Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The fiery rage explodes; memory flashes, bubbles, froth, and rise. Water boils over in the copper kettle flames spit cartoonishly
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Poets
She washes her face- a soft, cotton pad, camomile cleanser, then rinse in warm water. Brushes her teeth- two minutes on setting 2.
By Deborah Robinson10 months ago in Poets
Sorry if I seem sad today But my Facebook friends seem to be frowning too For my articles they seem not to be able to get through to
By Susan Payton10 months ago in Poets
On a March night, when the frisky cool wind was our only companion. You and I were lying on the ground, where we always craved to see
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka10 months ago in Poets
when a dip becomes a deep well that you can't even climb out to the bright light of the living world of the people
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
I am an unsocialized dog biting at your heels, Snarling and snapping at your shadow. I am yanking at the lead, choking myself out
By Silver Daux10 months ago in Poets
The little things happen when all else is pulverized, the big things close up and crumble Into the dust of space The little bits that are a part of the nebulous universe, the atoms that form the core of your very existence
By Melissa Ingoldsby10 months ago in Poets
I was caged by own perception of me, it was like as if i am doing what i want but not doing exactly what i want what is exactly what i want i sometimes look at the sky looking for hints and clues which fate might have left for me i look for the right path which god might have carved for me who is god?what is god? and why did he create a right path or did he even create a right path? maybe it's not him who created THE right path i guess it was us obsessed with the idea of chasing the right path obsessed with the idea of giving meaning to our life so that we don't feel worthless when the existensial crisis hits just the spot at exactly 2:oo am .
By ishitaaa10 months ago in Poets
You bared your teeth, roared your name - I think you thought it's palindrome, gave you permission, to lord over everything,
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
The Haunted Mirror She found it in a quiet shop, its golden frame dulled down by dust. A relic from some grander time, too fine to leave, too cheap to trust.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
I hope you've learnt to love your reflection I hope you've grown closer with your family I hope your every sunrise is beautiful
By Poppy 10 months ago in Poets
It’s only once every once in a while I think of you these days. It’s only days that stretch for weeks, when my mind falls in this haze.
By Cathy holmes10 months ago in Poets
