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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Your Arms
bitter cold outside banished by the magic of your arms around me
By Symbollica The'Batless than a minute ago in Poets
River of Oblivion
The river winds through the city, deeper than it seems. It carries sorrows and dreams, painful memories held, locked-away for decades.
By Moon Desert10 minutes ago in Poets
Buddhist Monks
You may have heard, a group of Buddhist monks are on a peace walk across the USA. Long walks are pilgrimage for Buddhist monks,
By Seema Patel21 minutes ago in Poets
Be Kind
Remember to be kind Always keep that in mind Because kindness comes back Even if it lacks Because it's the key to others' heart
By Domi22 minutes ago in Poets
The Karaoke Knights
A quiet revolutionary history clawing toward colonization, Lingers within the bricks like the façade of small-town charm.
By House September 30 minutes ago in Poets
What the Light Took
I was intact before you. *** Not whole. Just unbroken. *** The dark knew me. It kept its distance. *** Then you arrived
By Aarsh Malik41 minutes ago in Poets
When Passion Outgrows Life
There is nothing here just paper words, a fantasy, ignoring life's harsh reality. I forget to breathe while lives collide in a flash,
By Moon Desert44 minutes ago in Poets
Orders. Content Warning.
Loose-lipped with your darkest secrets, watching your face morph to seriousness distorted beyond belief from its truth, soldier proper now
By Reece Beckettabout an hour ago in Poets
Pyromania
It’s great fun, stacking the wood, weaving the kindling through the gaps in the logs. Striking the match is its own pleasure, the friction bursting the tiny stick
By Harper Lewisabout an hour ago in Poets
First Tracks of ColdSmoke
First tracks of coldsmoke Love in snowboarders' lingo Pioneering heart.
By Khoi Veronaabout an hour ago in Poets
Kitten's Love
Guest on the sofa I opened my sleepy eyes— kitten at my feet. One cold night, I had to sleep on the sofa of a colleague's living room. As I woke up in the morning, her kitten was curled up at my feet. I thought it was very adorable.
By Seema Patelabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Let Me Write
let me write my thoughts, let the rumbling lava flow— or the lid will blow. As a mother of two small kids, I don’t get to write often or for long stretches of time. Writers hate when ideas vanish and disruption to flow, we all know that.
By Seema Patelabout 2 hours ago in Poets