Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Draw the sword from the stone Idolise Huckleberry, Mowgli, and Phileas Sail on the Pequod with Ahab Take a trip on the Antelope
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of digital tide I dwell, Crafting a verse, where SEO does swell. With words aligned, and tags discreet, A poem emerges, Google's heart to beat.
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Dissociating; fading out from reality and slamming- head first, Into unreality, where the colours burst. Sparks from neurons misfiring, incorrectly dispersed, spelling out the truth that we are,
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Poets
Daisy whispers that it's over as we watch the fragments fall Into confetti fire...and I pretend for her that I'm not frightened; that I'm not terrified at all.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Poets
I let it run right through my hands, Ignore the men and their commands. Their aim is steady, as am I, My heartbeat sure, steel in my eye.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Wishes were for Genies to grant For now, she could only rant Everything seemed too big for an ant ~~~~~ Her brain ran out of space
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 years ago in Poets
***Warning*** May be disturbing**** * D riving with my phone out, I am distracted in the car I instantly regret it, as I leave the local bar
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Do you feel weighed down by life? Immerse yourself deep in water Stop and take a moment Tilt your head back and float Relax and let the waves wash over you
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Damnable Danse Macabre’s Obliterate, Idiosyncratic, ill-advised Babble. Squirreling scurrilous fotos; Fabricated. Tethered telecoms, flagrant; Unnatural.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
You say my eyes are like smooth chocolate, And I feel so very pleased, But your eyes are blue like steel, So I don’t think of any food,
By Sandra Tena3 years ago in Poets
A peacock who is vain A duck happy in the rain. A raven who’s heart is black An owl going in for the attack. An ostrich who pecks the runt
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
Don't beat yourself up, kid. It's that wanderer's gift: to Straddle the space between Then and Right now; As if Closing the distance
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Poets
