Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
the problem with pain is we can only truly know our own in our attempts to understand others we compare it to historical data
By K.B. Silver 5 days ago in Poets
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charlton4 days ago in Poets
Everyone brings flowers for the dead. The flowers are dead, too. Even if they don’t know it yet. You’ll feel better once you wash your face.
By Sean6 days ago in Poets
As a boxer in your ring I would fight for you but never against you unless I must fight for us . As a dancer on your stage
By Justin Keeling3 days ago in Poets
Something sits at the end of my tongue. A memory that is unable to form into words. A distant train bellows with the same frustration that pollutes the whites of my eyes.
By Amanda Abela3 days ago in Poets
Brothers & Sisters Of Light: We must rise above hate and choose love even when the cold-hearted don't... We must refrain from being loud & wrong and do the things that hatefulness won't...
By Tiffany Gordon3 days ago in Poets
sit in the doorway peach trees foretelling their bloom last year’s jam on toast * I wait for the peach trees to bloom. The buds are swelled and fuzzy, a soft pale green.
By Natalie Wilkinson5 days ago in Poets
patience pushing through provocation and pain with poise passively plastered on unperturbed faces papering over the cracks formed
By ali5 days ago in Poets
I feel a bit like a fraud Reading those poems about grief Because despite how many people I’ve lost I still can’t quite believe
By Emma Mark7 days ago in Poets
Link to the Challenge: I found it on a sign in a rough part of the city (actually not too rough), with a broken QR code
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Poets
“Eight,” I announce when Heidi asks, “What’s today’s number?” Everyone else is confused. But I know she means the digit
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
I am not one to speak plainly - sometimes, I repeat and ramble, or talk in circles before reaching the point - and much like the way I speak,
By Alexandria Stanwyck10 days ago in Poets
