Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
He pulled her hair, to show - he liked her. (though his momma scolded, said it was rude) He saved a seat; he'd not share with her.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Amongst the weeds and the TALL grass sits another flower growing in the sun s t r e t c h i n g
By Kelly Robertson2 years ago in Poets
To be clear, I am talking about those scammers Who do not read the story But just subscribe and go We have a great big mixing cauldron
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Ships sleep on the water, Blocking out the sun, And people too, Lulled into slumber by ripples Losing their purchase against industrial black.
By Harbor Benassa3 years ago in Poets
News Point me to clues History leads me to Truths Facts remain a myth. ************************************* This is in response to Judey Kalchik's Book Review Haiku challenge:
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
It was an art form Forgetting and letting go Releasing the realities Into the universe, To focus simply upon what was next
By Katrina Thornley2 years ago in Poets
DHARRSHEENA Darling lady Heart ful of love and Kindness Angel on Vocal Ringing comments of truth Raise above advisories of life
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Poets
Our love's origin story is retro -- Our lattes were switched at the Metro. Interest peaked like a mountain, Talk flowed like a fountain ...
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Poets
If I could count the grains of sand beneath my feet and the water droplets under yours, could we then together
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
love me in red the way a ray of sun hits the sky Like a vein from my arm to you Red like the rose left in a vase Or in the dirt for a bee
By Jazzy 3 years ago in Poets
tell me a tale. just one more. draw out a new epic in your mind to limn for me and gulf the mire that owns you with a wave not shed from my eyes.
By Daniel Okulov3 years ago in Poets
What will we roam once this is all gone? (Near gone as it is now.) What is our home? And who will we tell, at the end of all life,
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Poets
