Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Settle in, my little sweetheart Idle your drowsy, sleepy mind Let me rock you in my arms, back, forth, back, forth Even the busiest of bees needs to rest after a busy day of being a bee, back, forth
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
Something stirs beneath the surface Inside labyrinthine walls built thick with forgotten scars, Left rotten and decayed in subtle putrefaction,
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
Writing is of the mind. And when somebody likes it, they like you too.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Saturn’s rings adorn my left hand, while in my right, I have other planets rolling around like marbles, and with a flick I wait for collisions,
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Three men from Yaryn Born forth on wings Of black dragons Three men sail forth with hope Of gold and crowns Made of legends
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
sad girl hours. isolation never looked better on me, especially after the night’s tender air turns cool and quiet and
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Stupid me, staring at my phone and waiting, Incredulously thinking you'd call. I'm all alone, Living in a fantasy of deeply reciprocated affection.
By F Cade Swansonabout a year ago in Poets
Slowly, the sweltering sun sets in the West. Imagination replaces words Lacking vocabulary, erasing, and eradicating the polluted noise,
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
Still nights, when insomnia and imagination coalesce, I find myself a captive audience to the Intone. The white noise suffuses every inch, every corner, every pore. Sit in "silence" now. Go on, turn off your
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
We debated the path Staring endlessly Between the options presented, Holding breath Lest we cast a wind In the wrong direction
By Katrina Thornleyabout a year ago in Poets
So, the plot did what it does It twisted and thickened Drawing conclusions Hairs bristled; hearts quickened * Leading the witnesses
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Scantily dressed from head to toe, the only thing I feel is numbness... Innocence Stolen, Identity Stolen, Illegally snatched from my home
By ImperfectlyPerfectabout a year ago in Poets
