Most recently published stories in Poets.
A man plucked the strings of something that was too common-he didn't have to name it to know he was playing it. He knew the instrument as well as he knew sorrow, if the thing was an old friend-he'd cover his tab at the bar.
By Bridget Meier8 years ago in Poets
Once, when I was very young A child of perhaps seven I saw a mermaid At a lake that was so nice We called it a beach There were even tiny shells
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Cheshire: Have you ever watched someone smile? Have you ever watched the corners of their mouths turn up, in slow motion, as though they're ships being pulled to shore by slaves in Paris?
Maybe I was scared of how you started to look at me, How you looked to expect more of me, Like I wasn’t who you imagined I’d be,
By Alex A.8 years ago in Poets
What would you do if I asked you how you felt about me? Would you tell me the truth? Would you lie to me? Would you completely ignore the question?
By Jane Smith8 years ago in Poets
Opposites attract they say Is that why we seem to work out so perfectly? You’re the sunshine I’m the moonlight You blaze through the day
By Kyrah Clemons8 years ago in Poets
“Can I trust you with this key? I won’t beg this time, or plead. I will just wait and see, If, God forbid, you belong with me.”
A world of lies That's not a surprise You're broken, beaten, lost, and gone They tell you to come home You once were on cloud nine
By Vanna Thompson8 years ago in Poets
Ceilings The perfect canvas For mental paintings Deep in the night When a blank, dreamless, Sleep refuses to present itself
By Steph Sinclair8 years ago in Poets
Today, I lay next to you in bed You are sick and I am sickly in love I am not sure if you feel the same way But I feel it enough for both of us.
By Annie LeMay8 years ago in Poets
I only ever wanted to be the real version of my imagination. As I overlook my existence, I see that my imagination was a depiction of my fears.
By Kiesha 'KSsense' sadler8 years ago in Poets
Pressing powder in the creases Breaking out the missing pieces Lights are dimming Braces thin Protection blanket weaving’s grim
By Meg El8 years ago in Poets
