Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I was watching the birds through the window this morning as I got ready for work. I noticed that the mourning doves were pecking around on the ground beneath the feeder,
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Smooth, reflective Part of a collective Red and shiny Among branches piney She’s a berry Bursting with merry Christmas
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
Deck the halls with joy and laughter Santa arbitrates a serious matter. Yuletide cheer comes every year. On St Nicks lap, all wishes he hears.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
I look down. I’m not sure why. Who am I? I'm stumped. Used to be? Want to be? Should be? Perhaps they’re some answers I can supply,
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
They strut in winter’s desolation bereaving green shubbery Hungry for normalcy … a cricket, a bud, but no killing,
By Annemarie Berukoff2 years ago in Poets
In a world of feline hues so vast, A palette of cats, each one a contrast. Behold the colors that dance and play, In fur-coated wonders, both night and day.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Turn it up for me. What is that sound? That old noise? They did it better. * A quiet life? No. Family; protests; music...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
7 February, 2022, past midnight Truth Lying is bad! Or so They say They’ll hate you; They’ll despise you; Cry wolf and They’ll turn a blind ear.
By Cyrus2 years ago in Poets
i got lost in a secret it made my heart smile i promised to keep it if for only a while * this one little secret could light cities on fire
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I thought we were a story with a fairytale ending; a happily-ever-after. But you were a ‘close the book and burn it if you don’t like the chapter’ kind of person.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
i lost myself trying to find you and now i wander the streets looking for your face i do not want to see. i sleep with my lenses
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
The cafeteria of my elementary school is now a shoebox - a diorama made with paint that never fades. The scene is set with dried glue: Cinco de Mayo
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Poets
