Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I still know you, even if we don't talk much. I still get to show you pictures of the frogs I pass, I know what makes you smile,
By Alyce Willow2 years ago in Poets
If... I...? No. Not I...? Not you. Me. *** So if you...? So if I said... No... If you said No...? No. Not if I said No.
By Stephanie Ginger2 years ago in Poets
It's late. A young girl sits wild eyed and skittish on her bed. She is jittery and stressed. Hi… I have this feeling in my stomach where everything…everything I see isn’t right. I know you think I’m paranoid or crazy…but…I can’t help it. It’s there. I can feel it tightening and it’s like everything I look at is just a pointless waste of space that could be listening to all your thoughts.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
She waits till you're sleeping safe and warm in your bed then quietly sneaks inside Cuz she needs to be fed
By Sara Wilson2 years ago in Poets
There once lived a damsel Of the kingdom of Dunamzel Who was loathe to marry Any man who could not carry A barrel of salted herring
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
If only they knew Who lifts this song of praise to You Lord, if only they knew They see the outside, but what's true is...
By Mezmur2 years ago in Poets
My dear Eragon, From the water, dark and warm, there you resided. Suddenly thrusted into a new air, Bright, dry and unfamiliar.
By Jennisea Redfield2 years ago in Poets
Read between the lines of a long lost story of dying dreams and how a young man could lift himself up From the ground Stretching the limits of historical tyranny
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Written for the Randy Baker's unofficial 'Prompted: #5' challenge. Details below _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
As days turn to months turn to years, you find things once unimaginable no longer so absurd. . From running 5Ks to barely able to walk.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 months ago in Poets
If my body was a ship would we make it to sea or would the moon and the tides continue to laugh at me?
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Crossing over my lines like you're drunk at the wheel Careless to anyone else, how they feel How they act, how they bleed
By Tina Rose2 years ago in Poets
