Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I have dreams about drowning on nights when my anxiety gets bad. A car goes down into water. I avoid it the best I can. It's the anticipation of flooding in my lungs—
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
rusty orange knitted socks snugly fit on fuzzy toes his mama liked to call him flops his papa called him jo * jo jo like to hop around
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The soundtrack that comes to mind when I wrote this. 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁 What is brown? draped in bronze-colored feathers,
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Send me your white smoke as I set you alight, Calligraphy in the air swirling unending into circles; How they bend, they break in my mind sight.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
On sepia's lost-summer stage, squats a rebellious sage. A great colourless punk. Ruler of mulched-up funk, hoary and sweaty with diamante evergreen firs bristled down the ridge of his back.
By Caroline Janeabout a year ago in Poets
The autumn chill intensifies. I see the fragile veil of white Scintillating, as the sunrise Dispels the ebon shade of night.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Recess was for hopping parallel bars seven inches of gravel, knees dimpled with falls. It was circling a high bar a hundred times, bruises
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
A picture tells a, Thousand Words But mostly hides them all. Truths spoken Only in daggers Behind backs and Whispered in stair wells.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Poets
Oh, mama... Why do you do this to me? Why do you think I deserve your silent treatment? Why do you give me more quiet, Than words?
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
Santa Claus and Christmas Trees Colored lights aglow, Stockings hung upon the hearth, With wreaths and mistletoe. ——————
By Cindy🎀about a year ago in Poets
I take my leaving with a sigh of frozen teardrops from the sky. My petals fall with cold abound. I leave my heartbeats on the ground.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Heroes come with swords and stone To fight battles they take as their own. I am no hero. ~ Heroes inspire others to take up the fight.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
