Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
We met in an alley on a hot summer night, I thought he was a bum who just needed a light. But his almond-shaped eyes had a story to tell.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
These cyanide hopes and arsenic wishes asphyxiate slowly on dreams cold and vicious Life is most cruel when you least expect it
By Sara Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Sleep eludes me No matter how many sheep are counted No matter what position the blanket I can’t seem to catch sleep
By Mo Darasi2 years ago in Poets
E to the T 👽, I will be introducing you to the concept of Earthly fun... 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 🎉The first thing I'd do is buy you a fresh new pair of comfy kicks to wear...
By Tiffany Gordon2 years ago in Poets
Captivating and statuesque with an air of darkness and deception, she possesses an ethereal beauty with piercing eyes like fiery crystals that burn straight into your soul devouring your resistance as you slip into the depths of suffering and sorrow.
By Tony Baca2 years ago in Poets
Only the rain knows. I hide in plain sight, and cry As drops blend with tears…
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Poets
Met an outer space alien Lucy. She tasted a strawberry smoothie. Someone spiked the cold drink. Lucy turned a bright pink
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Hello Alien ❤️ Welcome to my residence Hear the message that I send I request your gentle presence ≈ I want to show you who I am
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
Once upon a night time, after a year alone and my only double take, something I thought dead and cold long hidden, buried, came awake.
By Mark R. Cieslak2 years ago in Poets
You sit in front of an ancient house, thinking deeply. Taking in your surroundings, you notice a small gate at the end of a walkway, just beneath your feet.
By Pandora2 years ago in Poets
For those adrift upon this lonely sphere The magic’s sometimes passing hard to find I wonder what we’re even doing here ---
By Vanessa Gonzales2 years ago in Poets
I found myself a brand-new friend I named him Delbert Sieve. He couldn’t speak a word to me So I showed him how I lived.
By Simon Curtis2 years ago in Poets
