Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
Kiss
The only silence for my tongue Is found on the surface of your skin; A salty beach where I linger. Caressing lips protest and hold me;
LP SteinbeckPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPitcher
ribbons of magic tales float' cross the lake, stories of fishermen drowned in the wake- their ghosts have all gathered,
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Miss the Outback
I miss the outback, Having spent years, Living down that lonely track, Time soon to go back. A deserted desert beach,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Light and the Moth
You told me that I was light and you were the moth Drawn to my like I’m holding a golden ticket elsewhere. We just met and you have broken every boundary I put into place
Stand Up and Fight
~Everyday in many places peoples heads with their faces, Fall to the ground. In the name of religious extremist superstitions, brutal consequences,
Matthew AllenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSomeplace New
As I sit in this new empty home that screams where I'm meant to be... Fallen soldiers inside joked about what it was like fighting in the preliminary.
Miss RiddlePublished 7 years ago in PoetsRise
A breath, morning A heavy lidded dawning A yawn, a moan A stifle, a groan The sun is incongruent Little to see, scarce to move
Ben AttwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAlone in My Mind, Battle of Depression
Alone in my mind I have died a thousand times in my mind, the whole world left behind. I have fought and cried inside my soul, buried secrets nobody should know.
Crystal CarawayPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Darkroom
This life is a darkroom, In which we immerse our negatives, Only to develop delusions, We suppress with sedatives. Weak in the knees for any escape,
Bray MaelzerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCaught
Moonbeams burn My skin to Black, 'Twas not my turn- I can't go back... Into the past, I rushed the stage- The spell is cast,
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo You
"Yes, my dear. I was waiting for you. Before I even met you, I was waiting for you. Always. That night. That holy night that I met you, your naked body I was holding for the first time, those tears I couldn't hold.
Mom And Dad
Thank you for everything you have done for me, And being there always watching out for me, Since I was small, I am grown up now,
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in Poets