Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Dear Tam, Tre’cot, Haiti At twenty-six years, I became a man, though the same age, you had lived twice my span. The dust of Haiti was unlike that of home, depleted of nutrients, rainfall unknown.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
Dear Aaron Rodgers, Thank you. Thank you for eighteen years Thank you for the joy and clutch moments, and easing Packers fans' fears
By Clyde E. Dawkins12 months ago in Poets
Dear Heaven, - Do you really exist? Is it you that I see when I look skyward, or just a collection of huge balls of mineral and gas.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Dear Gen Z, I see you shine We all see you and hear you vine Sometimes you beef Sometimes you brief Sometimes we hear Sometimes we bear
By Gal Mux3 years ago in Poets
Dear Pain, well pain, you have perfectly predicted the rain, now go away, stay away, let the sun warm my body today. Sincerely, Achy Jake
By Moe Radosevich3 years ago in Poets
To My Ghost, ❀ You used to be the blood Pumping through my veins like rivers Now, you are the ruby red substance Oozing from the jagged wounds on my skin
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
To Me Who Bought Celery, I know you had the best intention Beautiful green stalks would be A tasty health intervention
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Poets
i’m not sure how to phrase this just in case you’re not but how do i fuckin know if you’re a human not a bot? do you look like R2D2
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
This poem won a Top Story Award here on Vocal in April 2023 Your obituary came across my Facebook feed today And it took me by surprise
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Poets
He said goodnight and motioned to go relax near my emotions... Insecurity said “Hi” to everyone except for Happy. In my heart, I knew that this slumber party
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
A little girl likes silken bows, and floating satin gowns, And always holds her nursemaid’s hand whenever she’s in town, She sits up straight, and never shouts and never gets unclean,
By Conor Darrall5 years ago in Poets
I am a great pretender, only due to my conformity. My willingness to surrender, to be what other’s want to see. Survive within the shadows,
By EJ Arundel5 years ago in Poets
