Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I pass her by. Wrinkled woman, deep eyes. That will be me. I feel it already. In my stiffening back. In the energy I lack.
By Nicole Caldwell4 years ago in Poets
Attention! Attention! I’ve got a few things to mention I’ve always got something to say Constantly, always at times on repeat
By Je'Neille Swartz4 years ago in Poets
Tears are falling heart is aching, slowly but surely my heart is breaking, How do you let go of someone you hold so dear,
By Trisha Brandhorst 4 years ago in Poets
Hungry, Still My parents are living in their dream house now with trees as far as the eyes can see A quiet, peaceful neighborhood with nowhere to go
By Hazel S4 years ago in Poets
i stare at myself, and i stare and i stare, and i exceedingly care; when i stare and i stare, it’s a strange nightmare; i stare and i stare and i can identify some flaw on my body or my face in everything that i wear;
By zoe frenchman4 years ago in Poets
I rarely do but that day, when I had a second to breathe I looked up at the sky A squirrel scurried across the wire Against the blue, on top of the black, a tiny blob of moving gray
By My Name Is Not Cypress4 years ago in Poets
Children are a blessing, And let me tell you why I was born with my father’s laughter And my mother’s eyes. My grandfather gave me music
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)4 years ago in Poets
I’m standing in my new apartment, looking out the window For as far as the eye can see, there are man-made buildings, One level houses, three storey hotels, fifty floor office towers
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Maybe I am The Scarlet Witch. Unaware that I’ve created a false reality. But not false enough to mean that it doesn’t exist - that the people inside aren’t real.
By Melynda Kloc4 years ago in Poets
I’ve been on a journey; I’ve lived out a story. I’ve experienced the waves and had the craze. I feel the crash and maybe it’s brash, but I know it’s all gotta mean something to someone.
By Juliette Ivy4 years ago in Poets
There are plenty of things that I miss Plenty that I look back upon with simple bliss I never knew how simple it could be
By Will Helgren/Ochal4 years ago in Poets
Mother Moon caresses Your tear-strewn cheeks with her beams, Sends gentle waves to foam At your toes, the soft sand A reminder that you are safe, supported, seen.
By Helen Kwiecien4 years ago in Poets
