Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
My choices and destiny collaborated, brought me to a foreign land. I became an immigrant. But it took me no time, no effort
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
I built a mother from stardust and dreams. I tell the world she is the real one, though — the original is not what she seems.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets
On nights like tonight Constellations emerge Branches sway Stars flicker through Gaps made by Leafless limbs, stark Winter's pruning
By Aspen Marie about a month ago in Poets
For thousands of years, I have watched man’s blood run thick through the river that meanders beside me. Rooted to this spot,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a month ago in Poets
Echo for Narcissus: A Villanelle Can love be wrong that sets your soul alight? Pale reflection froze you in the mirror:
By Rebbekah Vega Romeroabout a month ago in Poets
I peek at my little boy and realise he’s no longer a baby. 👣 Sleeping peacefully, his little legs hang through his cot —
By Sandy Gillmanabout a month ago in Poets
When desire and truth collide, the heart keeps calling. 🌫️ I counted costs, but still I chose the mire And now the truth turns back to whence it came
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a month ago in Poets
The memory of you returns though the years have passed away, my heart still calls out your name. Some shadows hold on to the last bit of light.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Poets
The presence of your absence lingers on the periphery, like a leaf stuck under a wiper blade, skittering against the windshield in a frenzy
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
I need to know the things I know you knew But you did not cross my path of urgent things. I missed my chance to ask those things of you.
By John R. Godwinabout a month ago in Poets
I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes. I let it consume me, the wild rage, yet a smile on my face.
By Kara Walbekabout a month ago in Poets
PART I- Genesis I am my mother's child Highways of scars littered across my body Hers a needle Mine, something sharp Sharp tongue, Quick witted Servitude slipping Into every bad habit
By Soulabout a month ago in Poets
