Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Today in a poetry work group class I learned how to write a form of poetry called a "Duplex" invented by a man named Jericho Brown. He seems to be a very interesting man of which I have a lot in common with so you can expect to see some inspired poetry about him coming soon. This is the 2nd time the topic of banned words has appeared in my writing. It is something that is important to me.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY9 months ago in Poets
O day! I rise from my bed like a river rises after the spring rains, I throw my arms wide and sing — not for sorrow, but for the grand clamor of being!
By Tim Carmichael9 months ago in Poets
I went out to lunch with my grief and she was a year late. when she finally walked in the door the whole room stood at attention—
By R.C. Taylor9 months ago in Poets
i am the fly in the ointment i am the spanner in the works i am the sum of what i’ve become i am a series of random jerks
By Bren9 months ago in Poets
The quickened beat of a wounded heart Struck thoughtlessly by a shard of ice So rapidly does the heart still And the blood cool
By Ian Read9 months ago in Poets
To have a garden is to have a friend you can visit anytime and come back with a better mood.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
I was visiting lovely beach of Southern California. It was spring, and wildflowers bloomed but there was a stench in
Okay is a dirty word That hangs in the air With the threat of another Well meaning voice, Don't they know Every time I hear those four letters
By The Invisible Writer9 months ago in Poets
Fee ~*~ Fairy Entry ~*~ Trailing off Amongst the Daffodils ~*~ Oversown patch Curious hill Dry, thatching grass Gold dots, taupe ruts
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
Mirrors in Motion The words you speak, the way you stand, The kindness offered with an open hand, The anger flung like stones at night,
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Poets
It was never about you. It was the smoke you carried in your mouth, spilling around me like an old jazz club, thick, sweet, and dangerous
By Lolly Vieira9 months ago in Poets
If a crystal pyramid sits where his head should be, do not resist bathing first in the holy disco and ecstatic beat of your forgotten longings.
By Morgana9 months ago in Poets
