Most recently published stories in Poets.
Thursday night marks our decompression with the hiss of CO2 loosed from bottles and cans a shush that sparks cheers amongst the boys
By Justin Keeling6 days ago in Poets
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By Andrea Corwin 6 days ago in Poets
Then she whispered in my ear, something only I could hear, Sealed with a kiss, you will know, All the things, I cannot show
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)6 days ago in Poets
That last night in the car when you handled the shifter with both hands I wanted to drive all night with you . I wanted to take you
Depression, Unedited Dedication For those who wake each day carrying an invisible weight. For the ones who stay when staying is the work.
By Flower InBloom6 days ago in Poets
Life Haiku Life is a Cig butt it’s burns to the end slowly The it’s stubbed out, dead
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
We play with moments, like colorful marbles, delighting in the many shades. We gather as many as we can, to try to save them for another day,
By Rasma Raisters6 days ago in Poets
When I was 5, my kindergarten teacher asked me what I wanted to be when grew up. I told her I wanted to be a superstar, She told me if I believed in myself hard enough I could be whatever I wanted to be.
By Jen Phillips6 days ago in Poets
You remind me of a Kleenex Need to bloody clean next Chapter of my life though…. You just have a mean ex I’m just me not tryna flex
By Haychie_Artist6 days ago in Poets
Perhaps a quest is in order. A “Monty Python” style quest of epic proportions. Gathering my knights, we’ll head off to conquer and pillage. There’s many a damsel in distress that needs saving I’m sure. Perhaps along the way we could stop off at the local pub for a pint or two.
By Katie 6 days ago in Poets
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm a little crazy and so are you. There's this awful stigmatism when it comes to mental health,
Held by the Wanting A poem on addiction I did not wake up wanting ruin. I woke up wanting relief. Something in me learned early
