Top Stories

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

Family Photos
My case of Photos Place in my family trunk Who will appreciate them?
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
Bones & Ladders
I’ve been trying to pin him down with words but he transcends every syllable in the dictionary. He’s been darting left and right across the horizon, hunting the sun like morning may never come. I can hear it laughing at his foolishness as he fastens together a ladder made from old bones, thinking it will be tall enough to reach what he’s after.
By Jessica Vann3 years ago in Poets
Call of the Ocean
The wind It was blowing She closed her eyes and felt How nice it is to feel something Unseen ~~~~~ Unseen Therefore unheard
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 years ago in Poets
The One-In-30 Million Lobster Gets To Live
In April 2021, a calico lobster was found in a Red Lobster restaurant in Virginia. Calico lobsters are extremely rare, as only about one in 30 million lobsters are born with this coloration. The lobster, named Freckles, was spared and donated to the Virginia Living Museum.
By Bri Craig3 years ago in Poets
Rare Bird
Though I've been divided, I've decided I won't change for you. I think that I've invited {welcomed in} the truth that I
By Gina C.3 years ago in Poets
Redamancy
I could never forget the feeling of foralsket; the night in which I met you. Porcelain skin bathing in moonlight; eyelashes clutching teardrops. Gentle hands weilding black and blue knuckles, fingers laced with rings of all personalities.
By Sonora Binkley3 years ago in Poets
Rara Avis
That emerald you excavated under the backyard magnolia- Did it merit well? Enshrined Lilywhite Sessions CD in a dirty bin on Third St.-
By Modest Nomad3 years ago in Poets
The Shoah
If walls could talk: We would have screamed for mercy. Begged, cried and pleaded for release. Provided help and aid. We would have sent out warnings, to stand up and fight, or run. We would have guarded, as a refuge of protection. Crumbled in protest.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Smoke Signal Rising. First Place in Quadru-haiku Challenge.
My wounds gather stones and blindly build walls. Alone, can’t chisel their hold. // Flame of my spirit dimmed, closed in by my trowel-
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
American Northwest Summer (on Mountainside). Second Place in Quadru-haiku Challenge.
Rain pounds roses from the earth; wind-swept flames wear them as a scorched perfume.
By T.R. Tadhg3 years ago in Poets
If Walls Could Talk, Could We Hear Them?
If The Wall(s) could talk, could we hear them, even if they were on The Dark Side of The Moon? How would we know? Would they ring a Division Bell that called Animals
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Rarities
Living centurions. 4 leaf clovers. Lifetime love. Fresh leftovers. Shooting stars. Volcanic eruptions. Solar eclipses.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets