Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Then I'll admire you from afar distant star For if your light never reaches me At least in mind we see The differences that hold between the leaves
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
raven soaring in the light pinions slicing wind and sky casting shadows from the heights ^ sable plumes galvanize internal plight
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Please no more lies. Between the lines We've read about red flags And stifled sighs and signs Of swelling bags Under our eyes.
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
Dear Ma – I am writing because it’s late December. Because I am ill and you are sleepless. Because I didn’t tell you about the time I stupidly lost my name.
By Mesh Toraskar2 years ago in Poets
I turn around to say so long, To a world that I once knew, For waves beckon unto me, a soothing siren song. / Ruminating what went wrong,
By Stephanie J. Bradberry2 years ago in Poets
Blood gushed from her Never-healing wounds She was a fountain of blood Her eyeballs on their skewers Dipped into her blood
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Focus on the small joy! Romanticize your life! What else can we puny humans do? What else can we enjoy? * Focus on the small joy!
By Ava Mack2 years ago in Poets
There was a night that I sat at a table- -alone- with a glass of sherry in front of me. (Nasty stuff, that cheap sherry.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Sitting alone in my disposition Surrounded by rolling dirt In the shadow of the Superstition I’m drenched in my stagnant perspiration
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Misty rain falls through the night Mystery fills the air Teardrops falling losing sight ⛈⛈⛈⛈⛈ Somber clouds form a displaced fright
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
“Fields of Afghanistan” I know how to follow another’s plan looking for mines through the vines walking through the fields of Afghanistan
By Corey W Harland2 years ago in Poets
My father was always late I’d sit sadly sulking on the stairs, and trying not to shed a tear He was always worth the wait
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Poets
