Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Time
"Time..." If I could pause or rewind... Beneath the vail of mystery find... The secret to the moment... Lost in time.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Hop Out of Bed
Hop out of bed. Pull on those sticky trousers, dried with the remnants of humming hopped beer, fasten the crisped laces of your stained boots built for the brewer and hop out of bed.
By Jack Robertson8 years ago in Poets
Rebirth
Time is a valuable thing. There are only so many moments available in each day. Use your time wisely. Don't stew in your misery.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Grow Up They Said...
"Grow up" they said "To where?" Where the grasses are green The floor cold and dead Names on stone in a row? "Grow up" they said
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
Elements
I have a light, that draws others in with its warmth, I am radiant and wired, I don’t grow weary, I dare not tire. I am Fire.
By Neish8 years ago in Poets
Hard to Love
I try to be good enough, But it seems that could never be. How come true love, Isn't always what it seems? I'm a beauty with a brain
By Sammie Smalley8 years ago in Poets
Good Enough?
She walked by me and she had a smile on her face, I could see through it, there was a frown. I've never seen her before that day, she didn't look any different then anybody else but she was.
By x Bxinx x8 years ago in Poets
Clipped, Gypped Not Whipped
A bird with clipped wings, she suffocates while placating the nest. She wants to snatch a fish tale and drop it into a pool of quicksand. That won’t bring her wings back but it will lessen an underdeveloped load. She dares not undo her last song. So her plight for flight continues until that merciful deliverance. Why’s it taking so long?
By Pamela Benjamin8 years ago in Poets
Gypsy Soul
The wind howls And the lighthouse bells chime louder. I can see the peaking crimson red roofing standing tall in the horizon.
By Sammie Smalley8 years ago in Poets
You
A chance meeting, Our eyes meeting, And instant love. And in the supermarket, I talked of You. Our big shop was filled by me
By D Hug8 years ago in Poets
Through Glass
As I stare out of the foggy window at the storm of the century on a day as grey as my fleeting heart, I pick up the forty-five on the window sill.
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Poets
True Love
I rang you: crackling connection, slow sound waves. You did not answer. I rang again. Memories of laughter hollowed out with each passing ring.
By Silke Boak8 years ago in Poets