Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I am an unwilling spectator, Eyes magnetised to the crucible Unable to withdraw. I watch as you rant and rage,
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Eleguá, the divine trickster, was first known as Eshu, the Canvas of darkness upon which the world was cast Light? What does it even mean, what purpose does it serve, when the cosmos is You?
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
a reaching hand clasps around the apple on the tree and lowers it to me my heavy wooden basket clenched in both my fists
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
It’s been one year since you left my world, and one year since my heart left this room. Every night, I look for you through the window,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Visitors, wolves, slyly cloaked in wooly white fur, Claim your island in the middle of the Pacific but seize an available one.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
Enraptured by your smile, I lost myself, blinded, enthralled, Concealed behind your mask, the monster hidden, your soft voice called.
By Mary K Brackett2 years ago in Poets
Eliza says, “Call my mommy, teacher, it’s a splinter,” (holding out her tiny hand...) while Lavender and cedar seeds are strewn
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Once upon a lifetime ago… You were beautiful, young, welcoming… Each moment spent with you… a priceless treasure. *** Rich aromas of roast pork and veggies wafted through the kitchen...
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
E veryone averts their eyes C onvincing themselves that they're not L ike me. I n rain or shine I sit and push through, as they
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Ever experience that feeling when calamity stills, if just for a moment? Love shines, glowing in her eyes, as ideas form with a smile, as clear as the spoken words
A family is shopping the Town Center Mall In the lot, someone damaged their car There’s a note with an address and number to call
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
Crooked smile, dancing blue eyes Citrus and Spice aftershave I still see the green bottle Sitting on the dresser next to
By Cathy Schieffelin2 years ago in Poets
