Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪
✨ Mark is the man who pushed the START button on my writing dreams. ✨ Soft spoken service encouraging confidence logging logistics.
By Colleen Waltersabout 20 hours ago in Poets
The Mind
What a horrifying thought to be left alone with your own mind. Swimming alone in the emptiness of space only to find you are not alone. Something else, something unseen, unknown is swirling around coming closer. Whispering in the dark, messages of the true reality. Nothing was ever what it seemed. Nothing was like they told you. They wanted you to forget. They wanted you to stay simple, powerless, useless. But in the darkness, you feel it. You feel the eyes watching you and the strange faces melting in the blackness. Do you understand what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind? You will.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Smoldering
the fires down below burn without shoveling coal eternal embers
By Harper Lewisabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Top Story
there is no feeling like it on the earth there is no describing what it is worth you will treasure the date of it's birth
By Susan Paytonabout 22 hours ago in Poets
𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤
Thought to therapy Put pain to pen on paper Reveal and release.
By Colleen Waltersabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Making A Mark
The implications of my actions, Has an impact and reactions, Gaining the traction I need, I feed into the actual issue,
By Keith McHughabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Know Me First!
I was loved and stable while I was in the womb- I was friendly and appreciated since I was a baby- ‘But until—it changed…
By Meghan LeVaughn about 22 hours ago in Poets
On Our Original Natives
On Our Original Natives Before borders learned how to cut, before paper decided who belonged, there were people who knew the land by its breath.
By Flower InBloomabout 22 hours ago in Poets
In Jesus name!
Here, my friend, a hound without a hand and shelter Full name-Jesus dog!! 🌹thank God
By Dianaabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Everything must come to an End . Content Warning.
From the moment life begins, it has become doomed to death, How long does this entail? No one knows. Only time can tell. Funerals are not for the dead, they're for the living.
By Jen Phillipsabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Jaded
overworked - tired lack enthusiasm from overindulgence
By Antoni De'Leonabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Birdsong
Sing, O Whippoorwill Good fortune bless and bestow 'Pon my eager heart.
By Novel Allenabout 23 hours ago in Poets