Top Stories

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

Liar, Liar, Pyre on Fire
You keep some strange company In this late night haunt of yours And in the room’s dim lighting Your features begin shifting
By D.K. Shepard10 months ago in Poets
YOU CAUGHT ME WHEN I WAS FALLING
I was grounded, solid, firm and unmovable, like a leaf blade strongly fastened to a branch by its petiole. Knowing my roles and responsibilities well, I stayed focused in delivering my tasks and achieving my goals. I was satisfied with the fruits I bear and continued to work passionately to the best of my abilities.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)10 months ago in Poets
Ahh, Suki Suki; Pass Me That Cookie!!!!
🍪🍪🍪🍪 My New York Cheesecake Cookie is so delectable that it has me tossing out my diet to play hooky... 🍪🍪🍪🍪 At this point in the game, it has me feeling like a diet rookie...
By Tiffany Gordon10 months ago in Poets
Hear the Whispers in the Wind
Hear the Whispers in the Wind Hear the whispers in the wind they still say your name. Not like a prayer. Like a wound.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Wrinkled Curtains
it would make sense if you were dead but you're not all the pretty memories, perhaps, maybe, would stay alive but they don't
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)10 months ago in Poets
Impossible Love
We knew the end from the beginning, It was no happy ever after, It was written in pain; it was hurt and tears, Yet we walked into it, regardless, Maybe that’s what made it more thrilling, It was delicate and worth it.
By Peace Oputa10 months ago in Poets
Bespoke
I heard the word bespoke; I was overwhelmed with the thought of bespoke, I was crazed and frantic and frazzled; mad with fear of bespoke
By Melissa Ingoldsby10 months ago in Poets
Fool
March roared himself out in a thunderstorm last night, very flashy and now April creeps in bashful, asking if it's her turn on the wheel yet.
By Suze Kay10 months ago in Poets
Where the Wild
The wind moves like an old song, threading through open fields, stirring the quiet things awake. Here, among the untamed, the unbroken,
By Printique Studios10 months ago in Poets
End Times for All Last Nerves
A flood of sensory input disorients for silent seconds This melange of aromas gratifications with top tier body function
By The Dani Writer10 months ago in Poets
Lonely
Work. Thats what men are meant to do, right? So I guess that’s what I should do today. * Head down, aimless, subordination.
By Jumbo Slice 10 months ago in Poets
I'm not 14 anymore
I’m not 14 anymore Is it in the way I dress? I got over the crop top and mesh. Or perhaps how I speak? Well, I barely chat — guess I was full of mystique
By fleeting.serenics10 months ago in Poets