Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Empires. Breaking waves. Arcing moon. Your tiny chest. Rise ... And fall ... And rise ...
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Poets
This endless cycle. Pen click 56 times. Did I get it right this time? Someone could be hurt if I get it wrong. That’s what these thoughts tell me.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
The smell of foul liquor blatantly leaving one’s mouth./ Being called 'sir'/ Gray haired men with their phallus shaped spandex./
By Andie Emerson2 years ago in Poets
Today, I will to do what I can, for tomorrow is promised not to man. *** The Sun will shine, and the Moon will glow...
By RL Stevenson2 years ago in Poets
Let’s talk of dragons and the skies. You see, each time a dragon dies A patch of sky goes dead with him Becoming grey and dull and dim,
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
Along this winding path we trek, as the dawn's light breaks through the tree's and seeps through the morning fog, I am met with a revelation.
By Haley M.T.2 years ago in Poets
Silent faces stare at a mumbled drunk’s despair He stumbles, and falls, hurt, weeping now, in hoarse, shuttering sobs - why should they care
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Why are you looking for me? You left me, remember? Yet thoughts of me bedevil you Is it guilt? Is it remorse? ~~~~~ You try to catch my eye
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
All of a sudden, it's someone new the person I want to tell the second I have good news, the person I want to vent to when the anger settles in, when I want to throw my laptop across the room,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Some days I wish I were a walnut, And thought my shell to be the extent of the world. I'd know every crevasse, every wrinkle of my shell
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Snow shimmers in -24 degrees. Trees that usually wear their forest green coats are dusted by frost, looming tall and piercing the pastel coloured sky like sentinels for a citadel of silence. Finland is made of frozen moments, standing so still in between breaths of icy air. It’s serene. It’s like a dream. It’s the most enchanting thing I’ve ever seen.
By em2 years ago in Poets
Given how coveted attention is In this mad, distracted, impatient world In which a like means much more than a kiss
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
