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

Girl in the Purple Window
I’ve seen you somewhere… I don’t tell them it’s from the window on main street: the one that blooms in electric violet petals from a
By sleepy drafts7 months ago in Poets
Viper's Nest
Inside my mouth lives a nest full of vipers They wriggle and writhe Angry and impatient Waiting to be let loose I've tried and tried
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 months ago in Poets
'Ayn 'Iinsaniatuka?
'Ana walidatuk (I am your mother) I rocked you in the waters of my womb 'Ana waliduk (I am your father) I gave of my flesh so your tree could bloom
By Kenny Penn7 months ago in Poets
what i realised
The expectation To climb the spiral staircase Wearing sharpened stilettos Is ridiculous. I was painlessly expecting to be told something else;
By Ruby Red7 months ago in Poets
Summer Be Free
This is my Independence Day. In with the heat and out with the cool. Like every summer beginning it means the end of school.
By Joe Patterson7 months ago in Poets
Aurora
On a lonely highway In the dark of the small hours of morning, Wearily, we pushed on. * We had overstayed. The shortcut had been riddled with detours.
By Dana Crandell7 months ago in Poets
Mars Opposes Pluto in Cancer (2025). Runner-Up in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge.
I pour myself a shot of spiced Ukrainian vodka, ice clinks like the gears of centrifuges spinning deep below Natanz-- beneath the salt flats, under the world.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR7 months ago in Poets
on days like this i crawl back into my skin
in the midst of trying to make a living i forgot to do exactly that - living but the universe ordered a random day off and i woke withe the first rays of the sun
By Imola Tóth7 months ago in Poets
2025 . Honorable Mention in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Content Warning.
The year was 2025. Every day felt like waking up in a Dystopian novel someone was still editing for the plot. Ten dollars for eggs. Fifteen for a four-pack of probiotic soda– If you wanted to pretend you were luxurious, or fixing your gut Biome because, let’s be honest, We’re all just coping with cheese. Sue me.
By L.K. Rolan7 months ago in Poets
I'm fine.
*** Remember how I never said your tongue cut me like a sword? Instead I smiled and reassured you it’s alright I’m good
By Cristal S.7 months ago in Poets
The Plague
It wasn’t the soft betrayal of a trying afternoon that changed me, but the crawl. The slick, unholy hush of frogs in my thoughts.
By Natasha Collazo7 months ago in Poets
Sugar-Laced
They only know you as ice cream Cold, but not cruel Melting just enough to please ~~~~~ You morph into the flavours they crave:
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran7 months ago in Poets