Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Coat You mapped my sleep. When I began to breathe heavily. When I looked for my hands across the sheet.
By BHUMI2 months ago in Poets
The universe showered her with an unexpected gift recently, Delivered in a cute little package and tied neatly with a bow,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 months ago in Poets
I cautiously open the message, half wondering, ‘It’ll be bad.’ Three short words: Tony died today Yes, you’re Tony nowadays
By Chantal Christie Weiss2 months ago in Poets
I had good reason to be annoyed, even a little angry When you decided to add winter to my list of reasons to despair You made the air an adversary and the improperly sealed windows
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
It’s been 27 minutes since I last saw her ebony hair Or maybe it’s been centuries, who knows? Perhaps it was only yesterday when I first laid eyes on her
By Anna Torres2 months ago in Poets
take me back to the beginning, when life was so much simpler when my roots had no idea of where my branches intended to go
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Poets
It feels like midnight, though it’s only 5 The world’s gone dark, but everywhere there is light * Against the black sky and snow covered ground
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 months ago in Poets
Stunted Shallowly rooted Trimmed and shaped by Another’s hand ☀️🪴⋆˚࿔ Years of training-box-bound restriction Left me a meager, spindly trunk and branches
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
Not my will, but yours be done, Lord. I have made my plans, but if it be to your glory, change them, Lord. I have set my foot to path, but if you place a fork in the road to redirect my steps, I shall follow where you lead, Lord.
By Anne R.2 months ago in Poets
Long summer days. The world is golden And it teeters on the verge Of sweet crispness. Dust flies in a wild child's eyes,
By Rachel Deeming2 months ago in Poets
The season changes but the memories, soaked in everlasting summer, do not. Even as the sun dips below the horizon, tucks itself into the hills and curls beneath the valleys
By sleepy drafts2 months ago in Poets
When I lost my baby teeth, my father gathered them and planted them under a young sapling oak tree where it would get lots of sunshine.
By Antoni De'Leon2 months ago in Poets
