Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

The Ability to Stand
I admire you more than you may ever know, grateful for the love that you give me as you allow me the room that I need to grow.
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets
Cold Front
You seem to be nervous to ask me out boy and you have every reason to be, I come with a mile long warning label that is invisible for you to see.
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets
Because...
How am I supposed to feel, when your family can't talk around me. How am I supposed to feel, when your sister says you're around me too much.
By Auburnashes =^-^=8 years ago in Poets
The Falling
Love happens in different ways Ways you don't expect Ways you don't see yourself Ways you never knew existed with people you've never heard of
By Miranda Sasso8 years ago in Poets
Grieve for the Innocence
Three and a half years, That's how long I hid the tears. You said so many times I was thirteen In the body of a twenty-two year old,
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets
Chiaroscuro
there's an orange sunset seeping into the horizon. a horizon you see every day. lined with sycamores, with weeping willows, with sturdy oaks and fraying shrubs. squirrels scold. goldfinches trill. a snake flits past your feet. it's black, sides striped highway yellow, eyes wide and puppy-like. too fast to see in any detail: a blur of lines. a flock of raucous white-specked starlings has taken roost in the oak that hangs over your roof, and show no signs of moving on.
By Felecia Burgett8 years ago in Poets
An Old (Red) Wagon
Out in the yard under the shade of a maple tree, lies an old wagon. Rusted red and missing a wheel. It once saw street races,
By dick ball8 years ago in Poets
Motherly Love
Sweet baby, I am not your mother. Love, at first sight, was that supposed to happen. Did that happen to us, baby? No, because I am not your mother.
By Diana Garcia8 years ago in Poets
Mary & Joey
Poor Mary, her man had gone away, She wrote, Dear Joey, near every day. They him to fight in a foreign land and patrol the desert of Afghanistan.
By dick ball8 years ago in Poets
You/Me
you you you you you cruel disgusting vile person you were the prize rose in my garden i nursed you to grow strong to love yourself the way i loved you
By amanda e8 years ago in Poets
Hurt
Re-evaluating my self-worth, I’ve given up there’s no more time for rebirth There’s no time to grow, to get to know, There’s no time to accept, there’s nothing of us left.
By Nomad Tales8 years ago in Poets
Forever
My hands are bare and cold down to the phalanges As I type this message to you and only you. Take it as you will, for I cannot be there to help Interpret
By Mandy Moser8 years ago in Poets