Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Ben spent the whole day digging in the dirt, and found what he thought was a stone. He yelled to his brother, "hey, look at this Kurt!”
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I prefer the nurse with a rasp for a voice. She knows it all- has seen your bottom, and does not care. She has
By Rebecca Siemering2 years ago in Poets
Sweetheart those russet orbs Settling inside your eyes, Those aren't boring as you say. Glint resembles the fireflies Tea, honey and sweet lies. Anxious to capture it's prey.
By Sumayya Sharmin 2 years ago in Poets
Hello there. It’s been a long time growing: something soft, and sweet, and delicately written, tied with a bow. Been busy writing product pages,
By Corvus2 years ago in Poets
when I was four, I knew you for the first time I could see you so clearly the Stegosaurus your name was among the first I ever knew
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
this road, memory lane– visiting hours are closed i can't stay too long this road isn't as safe in the night a hot wind blows a burning song, lyrics i cannot fight
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Gainfully employed as a rapscallion Leisurely picking pockets and swindling in a manner contrary to valiance He's got his own little battalion
By S. C. Almanzar2 years ago in Poets
Wake up, wake up! We must take our leave. The sky is red with fire; It's getting hard to breathe. - It isn't that simple,
By Ashley Lima2 years ago in Poets
We are made of stardust. The primordial forces that hold the universe together bind our component pieces one to another, Electrons to positrons,
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
They wish they were blind Unable to look away Forced to watch it all- — Plug and play again Relentless sordid cycle He sees, crushed Witness-
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Life is a once-ever opportunity. How close to death do you need to get before you understand? Life is a once-ever opportunity.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
And suddenly, It didn’t hurt so much anymore Train of thoughts on a paper, Moving so quickly, my pen caught fire
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
