Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I know many think that poets are crazy. but many of us are sane. we just like to express ourselves through ink. with pens, pencils,
By Edvin Sterling5 months ago in Poets
At first taste, you might tend to recoil in repugnance. Wincing and gagging at the bitter flavor. Spitting out the acerbic mouthful like stagnant, cloudy water that was pooling in the sun.
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
When I was young, all I remembered was the crush Your brothers and sisters Half whole and step A mosh pit of punks every Easter and Christmas
By Sean A.5 months ago in Poets
A primordial howl escaped my lips As It all began to form ~~~And I found myself falling Into the Unknown... One moment I am standing at the precipice
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
I sit where you used to be, Where I used to hear your footsteps down the stairs, I would tiptoe up to your room to see if you were sleeping,
By Samantha Smith5 months ago in Poets
The night is electric and filled with deceit, a tension so thick, sliced open would unveil heavy-laced wanting. You slide your hand
By Amanda Abela5 months ago in Poets
Crushed rocks weave through tender hands I remember the shadows we cast here Lying twisted on the sand Illuminated by moonlight
By James U. Rizzi5 months ago in Poets
The monotony of a frigid, winter school day Broken up by a television wheeled into the classroom So we could “Witness history,”
By J. Otis Haas5 months ago in Poets
And I wonder if you dream of me at night because you won’t stop haunting me in the depths of my sleep… And I ponder whether I might ever see you again.
By I. Lazyryn5 months ago in Poets
My head is beneath water My legs and arms are flailing I can’t breach the surface No matter how hard I kick * * * Bubbles escape my lips
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Poets
His wailing became chiffon around his widening eyes and outmatched the volume from the television set. Crimson streaks flowed down from his index finger, the
By Jose Antonio Soto5 months ago in Poets
Stop pretending that you're nice That you're easy-going. Cavalier. Free. Because you'd talk shit about any person who did half of this to me.
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Poets
