Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

The Song of Lies
Pretty lies is what the devil used to feed me. Morning, noon, and night. Sweet, sweet promises that were never kept. Dreams that were created through false ideologies that she could change, that she could recognize the damage she caused.
By Jackie Kapp9 years ago in Poets
My Lullaby Mercy
My eyes are like glue can’t sleep under the florescent dreams Spent my formative years on a farm pretending to drive motorcycles in the big town
By Morgan Evans9 years ago in Poets
Peeling Back the Layers
Peeling back the layers of my soul. So much I have held onto for years. I am ripping the scab off my skin. Letting new air in.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
My Empty Womb
Tears escape when no one is looking My heart breaks when no one else cares 1 baby, 2 babies, 3 babies now gone But I remember
By Katie lynn9 years ago in Poets
Shutter
Shutter, the music, The lilac and lavender Faith, come undone Like a viral scavenger The day is new Yet the sky is dark
By Amanda Washburn9 years ago in Poets
White Rose
You stole my heart with a single white rose; Wanting, believing, while feeling the lies; Promises made that could never be kept;
By Deanne Jensen9 years ago in Poets
Morning Thoughts💭💀
Nights like these makes my mind wander to places I’d rather not be. In a dark little corner that I don’t want to see. It’s saying it’s okay and comforting me in the darkness. Not trying to give in, still trying to fight this.
By Sammie Smalley9 years ago in Poets
Time
"Time..." If I could pause or rewind... Beneath the vail of mystery find... The secret to the moment... Lost in time.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
Hop Out of Bed
Hop out of bed. Pull on those sticky trousers, dried with the remnants of humming hopped beer, fasten the crisped laces of your stained boots built for the brewer and hop out of bed.
By Jack Robertson9 years ago in Poets
Rebirth
Time is a valuable thing. There are only so many moments available in each day. Use your time wisely. Don't stew in your misery.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
Grow Up They Said...
"Grow up" they said "To where?" Where the grasses are green The floor cold and dead Names on stone in a row? "Grow up" they said
By Shayfe Shiphrah9 years ago in Poets
Elements
I have a light, that draws others in with its warmth, I am radiant and wired, I don’t grow weary, I dare not tire. I am Fire.
By Neish9 years ago in Poets