Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A placid lake was the perfect place to whisper without words. Frozen over in December it ceased to move on the surface still, it flowed beneath glassy bounds.
By Bugsy Watts4 months ago in Poets
a man sits alone at an oval oak table with a birthday cake, seven candles striped red and white (little candy cane babies)
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Poets
They push me hard beyond my line. The words cut deep. They sting. And when I rise to fight them back, I'm branded 'toxic'. The angry thing.
By Sara Wilson4 months ago in Poets
In the minds of men and children Burn thoughts and deeds unspoken Dancing to the cadence of our hearts, They ensure the nexus is never unbroken
By Cindy Calder4 months ago in Poets
They call us by many names ~ whispers ~ mutating through time till we transform into multi-headed hydra bearing little
By Paris Rosemont4 months ago in Poets
When the tinder of your old life is sparking, I pray it singes and curls for you like desiccated hay. I pray you are not waiting on tendrils
By Morgana4 months ago in Poets
Thirty-one days in December. Is there something that I should remember? Earlier sunsets after a day of rain need not make us want to complain.
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
Shattered Like Pieces Of Glass Laying On The Pavement... Imperceptible Bruises, Visible On My Heart, But It Won't Stop beating...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 months ago in Poets
A thermodynamic reaction, Catechism against the cold, Lifelike, flicker, a dance granted form by gravity's pull, Unfettered and Untethered,
By Addison M4 months ago in Poets
I went for a walk not far from my home, but just far enough to be all alone. I swiftly uncover the soundlessness of peace:
By Alex Torres4 months ago in Poets
I lay silently in bed, swallowed by the dark, Eyes peeled open, untamed thoughts leaving a mark, Every lingering interaction, my mind consumed,
By Laydee B Writes4 months ago in Poets
As I lumber Padded, hidden Heavy with glorious light Endless pockets Bulging, overflowing Yet sown up tight Glittering memorial dust
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
