Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
.I wish I knew you better My own uncle My mother's flesh and blood And mine, too, I suppose But you've always been far Far from sight, far from reach,
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
I learn something about life at preschool summer camp A poem dedicated to the toddler who bit me on the leg when I worked at a preschool summer camp.
By Bri Craig2 years ago in Poets
In fleeting moments, I wonder what might have been. The past forgotten and the future I have seen Now my back is turned in silent ache,
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
i would rather feel the pain and cry than have to look you in the eye and say I never even tried to fly to see your lips tremble the word - why?
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
In the barren lands of Northern Texas Where anomalies of nature are not rare A creature roams whose existence perplexes
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
When I’m writing I need you to feel my every word. I don’t care if it’s gleeful, awe inspiring, sad, or a scary word. I need my words to be something that you feel in your heart. An emotional stamp from which you never part.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
My bones were strong, secured in scaled skin. Now you find them underneath your frail feet along the ground of Lyme Regis.
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Poets
Talking To The Rain As I sit upon a rotting wooden porch listening, I hear the words of falling rain dancing. Across the surface once placid but now rippled,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
A colorful bird with a yellow head, white body, and blue wings, perched and sat atop a telephone wire. He felt sad because he was short and stout, and his brother and sister had just hurt his feelings.
By DJ Robbins2 years ago in Poets
I am growing old Just as the rules become clear The game is ending
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Oculudentavis will not just glide off the tongue like Tyrannosaurus Rex and velociraptors would never pride themselves on being terror of insects,
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Poets
The toy dinosaur on your bedside table hasn't roared in years; The batteries inside of it died a long time ago. But it was silent long before the batteries lost their juice.
By C.R. Hughes2 years ago in Poets
