Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
where i come from, the heat sticks in the air like a bullet in a dead man's craw- . where I'm going, I spit the casings out in the fire I must build to be reborn.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
May calm greet your day. Armed with the cutest of smiles, softly venture forth! **************************** Here are a few other haiku' to celebrate the spirit of a great day 🌞✨
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Poets
A giant maple tree magnified morel zoomed out galaxy scheme I brushed my fingers against living bark to stand still as a deer
By Michele Nampalli4 months ago in Poets
i think to the old world, poor and scorned they were right to leave — back then, of course to a faraway future that beckoned before
By Simone Rocca4 months ago in Poets
Image created by author. [Author's note: This poem is meant to be read as a shaped poem to resemble a tree with roots (see image above). Below is the poem without formatting.]
By Alison McBain4 months ago in Poets
Branches at the grey sky's edge cast off the last remaining leaves Stirring from a midnight vision, Wilting whispers telling me:
By Symbollica The'Bat4 months ago in Poets
What are these rich tears that fall from your face? This deep wellspring of truth that never lies, Which reveals what shallow words cannot say?
By Levi Dickson4 months ago in Poets
“Each day, a new day, is a blessing. Let go of all worries and be grateful for all the positives in your life.” Every single morning
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Some things should not be seen only to look away My eyes are on the screen . Children wail and neighbors scream watching loved ones dragged away
By Sonia Heidi Unruh4 months ago in Poets
This is not a love song. I no longer think in rhythm, Nor remember precisely the rhyme, But the years of our love, Still rings sweetly in my ears.
By Niall James Bradley4 months ago in Poets
Sitting here again, remembering the last time Waves crashing individually to the sand, A magical band of porpoises, Poseidon's flock, leaping beyond the breakers
By Natalie Wilkinson4 months ago in Poets
Now let me tell you this, my Viking brethren, a tale of the day, for a woman came to my door, her shoulders draped in furs,
By Amanda Starks4 months ago in Poets
