Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Please Stop The War.
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
By George’s Girl 2026 6 minutes ago in Poets
A wave of sadness into a storm of chaos….
A wave that comes and goes as it pleases would usually be welcomed with open arms. Like ones on a beach, or a wave of success.
By Ollie J Arts22 minutes ago in Poets
Wordless Prayer
Aching in my bones Whilst bent upon tired feet Tears, sighs vouch for me
By Victoria Yadira24 minutes ago in Poets
Self Love
If I fully trusted myself, I would be able to catch myself after every fall. Falling stars can’t heal the scars we wear. Finding strength in the cracks of my broken heart. Trying to find a new start from thedreams that fell apart. Through the storm, I will try to keep my mind at ease.
By Tracie Sperling35 minutes ago in Poets
The Wound Of Words
The Wound Of Words A mouth can be a weapon, Sharper than any blade held in anger. A breath becomes a storm, And a sentence falls like iron.
By George’s Girl 2026 38 minutes ago in Poets
Strings Upon The Mind
Strings Upon The Mind Who holds the strings above us? Who moves the quiet fingers? There are whispers behind thought, And shadows behind choice.
By George’s Girl 2026 about an hour ago in Poets
Chrysalis
My words hang, pendants under this poem, attached by a slender thread, in their chrysalis container. * They begin this life barely a caterpillar
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout an hour ago in Poets
Occasionally, a leaf
Occasionally, a leaf at the rim - almond-shaped, thin, white, soft with a tip. The wind blows and chuckles. The water is here to see it.
By Manuel C.about an hour ago in Poets
Like You Love Me
I Love How You Love Me, Just Like I Adore You... I Want To Tell The Truth... I'm Gonna Be There For You... When The Lights Are Low, When You Say It's Hard To See... I Want To Hold Your Hand, And Rock My Life With You... If You Are In My Destiny, Let's Make The Best Of These Moments, SO THEY COULD BE OUR BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about 2 hours ago in Poets
These Women
I want to say it plainly. No metaphors. No similes. I want to praise my friends. I want to tell the world how they save me.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Auschwitz
Arbeit Mach Freit. The letters stare at us - twists of rusted, wrought iron, flaking with age. I don’t speak German, but I know what these words mean.
By Maura Bernsteinabout 3 hours ago in Poets
With A Bite
I showed him my crazy when I got ahold of his phone. Thumbs flying through numbers he swore he didn’t know. Texted each woman with a heart by her name.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 3 hours ago in Poets