Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
slowing down, breathing the world can wait for me, now come what may, in time
By rhe2 years ago in Poets
How do you describe too much? To me, it’s taking a bite of pastry, and starting to choke. Were you excited? when you looked through the shop window.
By Trinity H2 years ago in Poets
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I should not compare Brilliant prose to my own But it’s addicting
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets
you are worthless don't you dare tell me that you are deserving of love and adoration because anyone with eyes can see you don't radiate sweetness or affection
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Poets
So picture this: The city throws its hats in puddles; They do not sink but float. February thunderstorms, whirlwinds and blizzards;
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
Introduction Among my favorite tropes in storytelling is the creation myth, which always amounts to an impossible story about how things came to be which is nevertheless more appealing and resonant than the boring old facts.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
The way you speak Swirls and wriggles Like a snake in a bush, Losing the real meaning. On the prowl, Searching for a fool like me,
By Moon Desert2 years ago in Poets
"That's a brilliant idea!" I told myself. I told myself this Just before I fell asleep, When I was in the shower, As I drove across the country
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
The Mockingbird returned today, Flitting down from the little walnut tree to the fence Outside my office window. Soon, he'll claim his perch atop the power pole,
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
*author’s note: this poem touches on themes of body dysmorphia and emotional abuse* The Purge reflects back, swirls clockwise
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Poets
There is a strawberry seed stuck between my molars this bitter kernel of fructose tomorrows. Sunward searing -
By Benjamin Butz-Weidner2 years ago in Poets
Minutes after the Super Bowl win, Mahomes celebrated with a big grin. Eavesdropping by hot-dropped microphones, The MVP doesn't want trips or rhinestones.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
