Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Gone is the stifling embrace of the summer, Slowly released as the September trees Blushed with new brilliance, then duly surrendered
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
The first thing that we’d do, as you step onto the scene Is grab a cup of coffee from the vending machine Not just any joe, but, the best of the stuff
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I wonder if my knees ever crack open on this part of the route. Ah, I'm thinking too much about it. My knees are my hinges,
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
I've asked myself a million times, is this it? I drown out the echo of that thought, not wanting to hear it To hear it means to face the answer
By B2 years ago in Poets
You’re standing there and glowing green, and I want to show you everything. To take your hand and lead you round, To see my house, my stomping ground.
By Michèle Nardelli2 years ago in Poets
Sweaty teen athletes show team spirit. Sideline teen cheerleaders stunts, fear it. Bacteria odor. Ugly body-odor. Better mask the smell with Teen Spirit.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Vocal Social Society is currently holding a Hors d'oeuvres Haiku Challenge! You can learn more about it here: Here is my entry:
By Tiffany Gordon2 years ago in Poets
Content Warning: Themes related to disordered eating. It started with breakfast. She never ate breakfast in high school. She walked to school and she was always running late. She would get out of bed and ten minutes later she’d be out the door, keys in hand. She didn’t really think twice about it. She always ate lunch. She was always hungry by lunch.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
I only want the sun until I see the devil before I say your name so tomorrow’s scars can blister I hear mountains
By david love2 years ago in Poets
Yanked from the precipice of natural sanity A voice stricken with gusto, there is no safety Souls being split with agony
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
I am only Human. The blood in my body Is the perfection Of God's Love. Sent from up above With love in my blood…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
I am the first First child, first grandkid, first niece The prototype The role model Being crushed under the weight of responsibility.
By Imani Walton2 years ago in Poets
