Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams? What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams?
By Tina D. Lopezabout a month ago in Poets
In a deep forest, under an old oak, in a small cabin, lived an ugly witch with many warts on her face. In a nearby meadow, girls were picking berries,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
You know everything about me but how..... I don't know how you know but you know but I'm pretty sure you know what I ate for breakfast
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
I. One year, a procession of cardboard boxes, the hereditary lances I discover on my tongue. Barbed reaching for not my milk in not my refrigerator,
By Morganaabout a month ago in Poets
Introduction This is my fifth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's gorgeous artwork. This is a Catena Rondo
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
My shins left indents in the sand from s t a y i n g as the sun fades from the mild waves I pat the mound of smooth sand-
By Michele Nampalliabout a month ago in Poets
A cockroach fell on its back from somewhere above from sometime before trapped; until it dries, mummifies stay hydrated, ads say
By Andrei Z.about a month ago in Poets
Caught unaware Nose buried in Engaging information Comfortably ensconced On a plush sofa A man hovers above me Shadow casting
By Aspen Marie about a month ago in Poets
Here I am again, alone at home, Music playing, feeding my soul. Valentine’s Day returns once more. The stores are crowded with men
By Ina Zeneliabout a month ago in Poets
Today I started packing To walk away from my life The suitcases were filled Clown nose to the side My empty whisky bottle collection stared back
By Renessa Nortonabout a month ago in Poets
Sing to me softly, talk to me slow tell me you love me, like I don’t already know. Wrap your arms around me and pull in near.
By Jessica McGlaughlinabout a month ago in Poets
Sometimes there are too many assholes to argue with Too much brutality to be brave Too much chaos to be clever Too much distraction to be determined
By Leslie Writesabout a month ago in Poets
