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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

A beautiful anomaly
You are my muse. Because of you, light is born from my chest- rising, seeking out the highest peaks, sinking, spilling,
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
Toastie
Drippy cheese nuzzled in sourdough—seared on hot buttered iron. Crunch! ***** *Toastie is the British word for grilled cheese. I learned it from an old friend.
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Extraterrestrial Espresso
Sharing coffee with our visitor from the stars, Beneath the sky's canvas, beneath the city's bars. As steam curls up from the cup so warm,
By Adan2 years ago in Poets
Crispy Cinnamon Churros
Fried to perfection golden, crunchy and so sweet ready to be dipped * Thanks for reading! Author's Note: This is a haiku dedicated to the Spanish delicacy of hot cinnamon churros. Yes, predictably, I've chosen a donut-style food for my entry into Vocal Social Society's tantalisingly tasty haiku challenge, organised by Caroline Jane. You can find more about it below:
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Shadow Self
The world Teaches us to cringe at ourselves– Hiding, escaping From the people we really are * Only to wake up one day and wonder
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Introducing Aliens to Earth
What do I do? Where do I go? An alien landed behind my home. • A green lizard man scaly and gross, oozing white snot,
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
King Stephen
I met some aliens and told em’ welcome to earth. On this beautiful turf I’m gonna show you who gave you worth. He’ll make your ears ring and make your heart sing. Master of the sci-fi we call him Stephen King.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Tomato
My tongue tingles, my teeth water, my brain echoes their name. Tomato. Tomato. Tomato. Never will a taste be my last, break of smooth, shiny skin
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
The Alien in My Knee
I met a tiny alien who crashed into my knee. He set up camp inside the joint, away from gravity. He needed time to mend his damaged vessel and broken bones,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Perfumes and smells in the air
When I walk in the Park I love the smell of the fresh water in the air The smells of the trees and their leaves, the smell of the newborn flowers
By Darkos2 years ago in Poets
.:.Au.:.
There is a space in heaven you’ve not known yet on this viridescent planet (set) between the moon and sun… where the
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
Fier D'etre Noir [Proud to Be Black]
Verse 1. Water and Me have never been One As I am and will always be a true Child of the Sun Whipped for being ill, the bloody death boat will not stand still
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets