Most recently published stories in Poets.
The broken house where two hopeless souls are clashing. Flowers dying in the front yard, wilting from the excruciating sun.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice8 years ago in Poets
It was 3 o'clock on a Friday afternoon, Her face is open and sincere as she stands on my porch, Her thick blonde hair spilling down her back,
By Clare Strayer8 years ago in Poets
If I could I would. I would give it all back. I would shake it off and check it at the door. You ~ so wrapped up in you.
His fingers are rough and calloused As they grasp the glass cup Crows feet dance around his eyes Matching his skin that is like a paper
Dear Lover, You're so good to me. You're so sweet and so kind, So thoughtful and outwards with your efforts to be good to me.
By Paige Derksen8 years ago in Poets
You looked at me with those pretty hazel eyes that make me melt inside, and your pink lips curled into a smile while you whispered: "Stay awhile?"
By Malyah Collins8 years ago in Poets
"Touch. But touch slow, Remember, she is the Earth's gravity as you pull your fingertips into her smooth thighs. This woman in the centre of the universe.
By Ed G8 years ago in Poets
I'll miss you, old girl. You were a child of mine, and now, you've passed on. I'll never forget your cold, wet nose rooting through my hair when I was beyond consolation.
By Rachael Howard8 years ago in Poets
I’m trying, I swear It may not look like it with my crystallized tears on my face and my paper heart tearing itself into shreds
By Sarah Lovern8 years ago in Poets
Pity, the man that loses his own light Chasing the stars in the middle of the night Witness them move, to and fro; so far, so high
By Angel Del Villar8 years ago in Poets
i met an Angel in a treehouse once Her wings were black, Her feathers ripped like a pigeon popped into a blender latticework on Her porcelain skin
What does time know? Time remembers a game of baseball in the street. It recalls the forest before the roads. Time knows how you felt when the story stopped and you had to wait until next week.
By Kelly Kenworthy8 years ago in Poets
