Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The paperweight on the balcony is beautiful right now I love the way the rays of sun are bleeding rainbows— like prismatic rivers—through the window glass,
By Gina C.about a year ago in Poets
What matter Of the universe Allows us access to the Incorporeal pleasures of the Soul? _ What corporeal costs Are charged for every
By Roderick Makimabout a year ago in Poets
1, you placed me in a ghost jar. 2, you let me rot inside. 3, years later you still haven’t finished your locked door, you keep adding finishing touches to keep it from being opened
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Coward is a verb when its full of you you do it so well hiding behind your words of indifference I wish I could click "obsolete" as easily
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
“If there are ripples on the surface of a lake, we cannot see the depth. Similarly unless the mind is restful, we cannot experience the harmony and union within us.” — Sri Ravi Shankar
By B.R. Shenoyabout a year ago in Poets
Surrendered heart with soul to follow Diffusion within divine fluid even love dare not reveal Description defied by ecstasy
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Cool water waving Splashing against the canoe The sun beating down * No phones, computers, Just you and me in a boat, Stuck with each other
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Poets
Six coiled fists on the sill. I left the window open. The breeze chafed my skin to dust and stung the lemons til they dried. Birds flapped unnerved between Spanish moss.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Poets
Sit here, on this rock. Imagine the messages Left by moss and ants, Etched and notched and grooved. Noiseless inscriptions
By Sonia Heidi Unruhabout a year ago in Poets
She picked up the picture, asked who it was. I almost laughed. But when I saw the curious Look in her eyes, the empty
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
So here we are again, wedged In between our problems and the refrigerator. Like that crowded bowl of forgotten fruit:
By J. R. Loweabout a year ago in Poets
This is for Poppy’s #9 challenge and ‘candle’ prompt. Join the literary fun here! A candle in the wind, or in the dark. Its light is ever a beacon of inspiration.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
