Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Elements
I have a light, that draws others in with its warmth, I am radiant and wired, I don’t grow weary, I dare not tire. I am Fire.
By Neish8 years ago in Poets
Hard to Love
I try to be good enough, But it seems that could never be. How come true love, Isn't always what it seems? I'm a beauty with a brain
By Sammie Smalley8 years ago in Poets
Good Enough?
She walked by me and she had a smile on her face, I could see through it, there was a frown. I've never seen her before that day, she didn't look any different then anybody else but she was.
By x Bxinx x8 years ago in Poets
Clipped, Gypped Not Whipped
A bird with clipped wings, she suffocates while placating the nest. She wants to snatch a fish tale and drop it into a pool of quicksand. That won’t bring her wings back but it will lessen an underdeveloped load. She dares not undo her last song. So her plight for flight continues until that merciful deliverance. Why’s it taking so long?
By Pamela Benjamin8 years ago in Poets
Gypsy Soul
The wind howls And the lighthouse bells chime louder. I can see the peaking crimson red roofing standing tall in the horizon.
By Sammie Smalley8 years ago in Poets
You
A chance meeting, Our eyes meeting, And instant love. And in the supermarket, I talked of You. Our big shop was filled by me
By D Hug8 years ago in Poets
Through Glass
As I stare out of the foggy window at the storm of the century on a day as grey as my fleeting heart, I pick up the forty-five on the window sill.
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Poets
True Love
I rang you: crackling connection, slow sound waves. You did not answer. I rang again. Memories of laughter hollowed out with each passing ring.
By Silke Boak8 years ago in Poets
A Pisces Lady for a Sagittarius Man
It’s not an ideal match. You’re a fiery centaur and I’m Venus tied with Cupid. A cusp of Pisces/Aries; I’m boiling water. It’s not an ideal match, but it could work. We’re connected in some way. We intertwine with the myths and legends written in the stars. It’s not an ideal match.Like Romeo and Juliet, we are star crossed lovers. Yet, the centaur that you are holds the arrow. The Cupid that I am does too. I am a spawn of Venus, the goddess of love. It’s not an ideal match, but it could work. It’s just in my nature to romanticize every scenario. Like Romeo and Juliet, let’s just run away; run away to Jupiter. The planet that rules us both. The planet that assists us in formulating our ideology, the guardian of the abstract mind.
By Ashley Pineiro8 years ago in Poets
The Unravelling
Unravel your discord of frustration which was meant for our cordial fruition. This has now been vexed a-side, b-side the sea side, inside a hollow shell of truthful slander and a damnation that is to be forever bound by this umbilical fixation of asphyxiation.
By Ryan Hooper8 years ago in Poets
Losing Myself In You
Your heartbeat slows. As your rough hands grasp my waist tighter and you pull me closer. My cheeks perk and my smiles back as you kiss my forehead.
By Sammie Smalley8 years ago in Poets
Your Ocean Song
I love the ripples in the water. You used to talk to me through them. Show me how steady and constant and beautiful your love is. And when the waters are still, so is my heart. How the life in the water has a way of living out its purpose no matter if the waves are high or at rest. How small things will float on the waves if they have no holes. How the sunlight reflects with grandeur off of the water, just as your love is reflected through my very being. Help me to see, again. I take a step forward into the deep, and you're wrapped around me like those songs of rejoicing. The depths is where I find you, and it's where I find me.
By Ashlyn Terry8 years ago in Poets