Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Proud to be an American I must defend our country Not only from those who haven't fought for this great land But apparently for those that have as well
By Gregory Payton12 months ago in Poets
Here is the info about this unofficial challenge. I am longing for the days of the past Where the love shared between two people, regardless of sex
By J. Delaney-Howe12 months ago in Poets
I’m looking at my garden now To finally address the undergrowth And roots choking my flowers. To dig is one thing, the labor
By Sabayo Matiku12 months ago in Poets
I am less scared than my mother, I think Of gray hair, and gentle wrinkles, and hands pruning in the sink. For her they’re a looming future, something to escape,
By M. A. Mehan 12 months ago in Poets
every time I reach for a wrench I am proud to be My father’s daughter He was always a tool man half carpenter half sailor
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
I am Ashley The soul whose name is spoke of the most. The believer of the impossible being done. The go getter that wants nothing but to prove that this body is made more for the light of success than the darkness of my past pain.
By Ashley Miller12 months ago in Poets
I do not know what to do with open hands. They stretch toward me, fingers curled in offering, and I shrink back, spine stiff, throat tight,
By Marvelous Michael12 months ago in Poets
As though my existence is coming out through my eyes the hammer and chisel is taken to the shell of a clam, closed up with something within though nobody knows what.
By Annie Kapur12 months ago in Poets
I look in the mirror and a monster looks back at me She grins, running her thick tongue over her sharpened teeth Sharpened specially for them
By Essie12 months ago in Poets
Back in the saddle Back in the battle Back to the beginning With backs against the wall Back in black Wishes Back handed, bad business
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Your presence still lingers wherever I go, Not from your words, nor vitriol, But a love so deep it carved itself into my bones.
By Tommy Ballard12 months ago in Poets
how many straws does it take to break a camels back and what kind of straws do they come in a pack? do they go straight on the hump
By Bren12 months ago in Poets
