Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Half a century ago The Hat was a golden haystack Neatly woven, forming a domed crown, encircled by a circular brim… Perfect!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶8 months ago in Poets
watch me fly beyond my edges — dash outside the lines paint a mural of expansion — spiral upward undefined see me cut threads of a loop wound tight around my mind
By Kristen Balyeat8 months ago in Poets
A child scrapes his hands through the sand He pulls up a great fistful of shimmering silica And inside that little clenched galaxy he holds a shifting conglomerate of empties
By Sam Spinelli8 months ago in Poets
Fill up your tank and empty your mind Stick an empty suitcase in the backseat for all the baggage you’ll shed Don’t forget cash for snacks, gas, and trolls
By Sean A.9 months ago in Poets
~~ ~~ Your spirit is housed inside your body as a guest.
By Katherine D. Graham9 months ago in Poets
i've become a black hole, a stardust glutton gorging myself on crumbs of praise floating in rings around dead planets and
By Heather Hubler9 months ago in Poets
She slipped away — one May afternoon — While gardens bloomed — outside her room — Nature, her oldest friend — kept watch As breath — grew soft — then ceased its tune.
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Poets
Once I traveled to the East of Eden, holding hands with John Steinbeck as I journeyed into a world that turned my life upside down.
By Imola Tóth9 months ago in Poets
If you're close enough to read this, you betta: Know and have my favorite drink Be holding a 9-figure lottery jackpot winning ticket for me and ONLY me
By The Dani Writer8 months ago in Poets
Love is yours And love is mine Despite it all In spite of hate In spite of darkness Love is ours To hold To cradle To share
By angela hepworth9 months ago in Poets
Conversation is a valuable tool with the right person. But: Talking to myself doesn't make me crazy if I'm the only one willing to listen...
By Lamar Wiggins8 months ago in Poets
Why do we allow ghosts to tell us what to do? Because the ghosts did too, while they still lived They permitted the dead to linger in their minds
By D. J. Reddall9 months ago in Poets
