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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Wishing
I await the day That I can say That my hands Hold another’s heart I await the night When I turn Off the lights And see their eyes
By Nico Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Enough
Do you ever feel like you're not enough? We all do, at one point. Start to think you're the shit, No one can touch you.
By Kailey Lynn8 years ago in Poets
"What is Love?"
Dedicated to my beautiful younger sister who has been in love more times than me. 😊 "Love is pain." She said. "It's crying at night because you've found out that the person you love chose infedelity over you. It's feeling a broken heart everyday for weeks after a break up. It's feeling pieces of your heart chip off at the mention of their name. Love is not being able to sleep at night because you miss their arms around you, keeping you warm. Love is pain."
By Marilyn H Swoon8 years ago in Poets
The Holiday Season
When I think of the holidays, I think of family all around, Everyone together again, Letting warmth, love, and laughter abound.
By Susan K8 years ago in Poets
Floral Cotton Dress
Took a walk on an old path of ours called Memory Lane In my long floral cotton dress with a broken branch as my cane Shifting green bushes from my bare feet as you trailed behind
By Yolanda T. Marshall8 years ago in Poets
Wyoming
The plains roll like the ocean here. Green, tan, brown in undulating patterns stretching farther than the horizon. Cattle dot black specs across public land; an occasional camel, elk, llama. A rancher’s mansion sits nestled into a hill twenty miles south of Cheyenne, where Wyoming meets the Colorado border, a twenty-foot high cross declaring it God’s Country. A buffalo sculpture juts into the sky not far beyond.
By Emily Miller8 years ago in Poets
Grieving
We must face it I can't ignore the empty space in our living room The way we all wait for you to come home from work and open the front door once more
By Adree C8 years ago in Poets
Remembrance
For some time now, I don't know why? I keep seeing your living room, Too many years have passed by. For as a child it was more home than home can be.
By Sonia Martin8 years ago in Poets
Willing Prey
Do you remember The moment you looked at me, And I shivered with pleasure? A petrified rabbit, I stared up at you, A grey wolf with excited eyes.
By Alba Bonnie8 years ago in Poets
Moonrise
The sun paints the sky as it nods, out of sight, into the sea and the moon rises, out of sight, so high above, Emerging only with the dark.
By A. F. Litt8 years ago in Poets
Lay With Nature
Lay With Nature Late in the fall upon entering the forest I lay to rest beneath a redwood Majestic stature serene solitude in natures temple
By richard b8 years ago in Poets
Blood. Top Story - August 2017.
I bleed. It’s not quiet. Not a pitter-patter of summer raindrops on gossamer rooftops. It is not shy. It is a raging fire than burns through oppressive cloths that marks its territory with crimson coughs. It is a river that flows and flows and rests only for life to grow.
By Cicely Blain8 years ago in Poets