Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I remember the long train rides down the Hudson on those mornings when mist hovered solid over the water like a heavy white duvet.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 days ago in Poets
Impermanent ones did this Made time a construct then a commodity Enshrined it in copyright Carved district zones Grades and delineations for trade
By The Dani Writer5 days ago in Poets
Not every message deserves a monument. 🐶🤲 Lina taps her phone. Scrolls. Light tweaks transform her face. Her shoulders taut.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 days ago in Poets
The wind is surely asking something; it raps meekly on my old window. Should ever I deign to answer it, I fear where it might ask me to go.
By Gabriel Huizenga7 days ago in Poets
My memories remaining young while my body decays, - the beginnings of pains, - my bloodied fingertips carrying your sharpest words.
By Reece Beckett10 days ago in Poets
Glide into the emerald pillows of grass waves ply your wanders and wonders Breathe in the blushing blue thyme meadow, as it gives way to tawnied garden ground
By John R. Godwin7 days ago in Poets
Pieces of land holding past and present bands visible in my blind spot, blemishes of time causing the past to rewind. Memories never fading
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson7 days ago in Poets
I grew up In the desert, an ecosystem So delicate, every Living thing must be Sturdy to survive The heat, the monsoon
By Bex Jordan10 days ago in Poets
My natural body's a sin to mankind... It's hairy in places that men do not like. Sorry, I'm a grown woman, Not a Chia pet for trimmin',
By CT Idlehouse11 days ago in Poets
What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams? What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams?
By Tina D. Lopez11 days ago in Poets
In a deep forest, under an old oak, in a small cabin, lived an ugly witch with many warts on her face. In a nearby meadow, girls were picking berries,
By Seema Patel12 days ago in Poets
You know everything about me but how..... I don't know how you know but you know but I'm pretty sure you know what I ate for breakfast
By Colleen Walters8 days ago in Poets
