Most recently published stories in Poets.
Baby pull me closer in between the sheets, grab me by my love handles, I'll circle my fingers on your back and feel the love bites you leave on my neck.
By Namrata :)8 years ago in Poets
You know how sometimes you can smell a certain scent or hear a song and be taken back to another point in time? Well I remember the smell of the neighborhood I used to live in as a child
By Ciara M8 years ago in Poets
I asked once when I was small In the mystifying town of Firenze How an artist made a sculpture. Before me was Michelangelo’s masterpiece
By Eliot Caramanian8 years ago in Poets
I waited for you, but you didn't show I pretended, I didn't know I sat there waiting as the clouds rolled by As the sun fell from the sky
By Amanda Somerville8 years ago in Poets
Shade me in or out of your life if you don’t like me, I don’t mind you look at me, but you can’t see me your words can’t beat me, so they can’t kill me.
By Andinoh8 years ago in Poets
You tried to put out that fire that swept up my rage but you only got caught up in the flames. They say a journey doesn't move your feet it moves your soul
By Autumn Hill8 years ago in Poets
an open letter to the government four years of reading your contract to see what this binding agreement entailed to see what weapons I should arm myself with
By Cassandra Rose8 years ago in Poets
She fell for him when he was young. She loved him for many years that followed. His stride is a little different now, He walks more self assured.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice8 years ago in Poets
I see them in your hair, they linger in your smell and in the jeans that you wear. Your sweaters reek of them. Your ex-lovers, they live here.
Never have I said the words "Life is beautiful" Simply because It's not It's horrific and filled with tremendous agony Yet, our society likes to sugarcoat the disharmony
By Ecarg Nosive8 years ago in Poets
For dollars to flood The economy, Financiers must do The work. These reviled Creatures who make the Market are the types
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Her eyes as blue as the sky In which she found solace in She always wondered why She was in the place that she was in Her freckles mask her eyes
