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Most recently published stories 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. Marshall9 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 Miller9 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 C9 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 Martin9 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 Bonnie9 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. Litt9 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 b9 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 Blain9 years ago in Poets
I Know You Are There
I've seen you in my dreams, I know that you are there, waiting for me, yearning for me, fingers wrapped around my hair!
By Sonia Martin9 years ago in Poets
Who
My goodness, who are you? Where did you come from? Where have I seen you? Your face no longer lingers with a stinging red heat from those little bumps of backed up oil on the surface of your skin. You've discontinued the motion of crossing your arms and pinching at your shirt when you speak. You do not slouch, rather stand straight without that bitter face I once knew.
By Dri ~9 years ago in Poets
Wedding Invite
Yes I got your wedding invitation Yes I saw the RSVP A kind way of asking me if I had moved on enough to watch you As you 'gathered here today in holy matrimony'
By Valerie Isaiah9 years ago in Poets
Peace in Our Time
Can we find peace? In our lifetime. Can love make a difference? Be a lifeline. To a new world, A world of harmony. For everywhere I turn
By Sonia Martin9 years ago in Poets