Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
There’s a lonely cricket outside my window, Its mates now lost to the beckoning fall. Does it sing to the wind or does the wind blow
By C. Rommial Butler4 months ago in Poets
My name is Uthgerd - though you may call me coward - for this day I ran from a battlefield drowned in flames. The jarls said it was just one shieldmaiden
By Amanda Starks4 months ago in Poets
I cannot “people” any more, I hit my limit fast. I’ll run away, I’ll slam the door, Solitude at last! A mug, a book, and thou, my dear,
By Meredith Harmon4 months ago in Poets
Life is rarely dull and unchanging Just like my hair. Into the world I came A real bouncing ‘baldy Brunner’. After far too long,
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 months ago in Poets
Halloween is on the way allowing for all sorts of scary fun letting us laugh letting us scream our delight occupying our thoughts of what we may be
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Poets
Roots are the voices you carry in your head and within your soul, endless. * But, sometimes, it’s painful. * A mother’s patience,
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Poets
So many nests In my solitary world So many dwellings Ceilings steal the sky’s glow Heart flickers dim in the falls Flying through the night Seeking the light I am in the dawn that shunning sight
By Karan w. 4 months ago in Poets
I am not depressed, but a lack of compassion shows in every mindless grin I'm faced with. I am used and abused; no pills can replace a life stolen, and resold for a few thrills.
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
You dance like the wind moves through the leaves at noon. Is that you? I mean the real you. The one that prays alone. Safe and quiet.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
Infinity: unlimited, endless, without bound* Gathering is all I have left of you now... But my arms cannot possibly hold all the beauty of that
By Shirley Belk4 months ago in Poets
Oh my dear God. I know I am guilty of such black sin My soul is racked with grief at the very core of my being I feel it dancing like nails on my wicked conscience
By Antoni De'Leon4 months ago in Poets
What are the greatest hunters of our age doggedly pursuing? Safety Where do we feel safest, least in danger and most free?
By D. J. Reddall4 months ago in Poets
