Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
It came Back! Karma came Back. She came back!!!!!! I Remember the thing we all did last summer. I want desperately to call my partners-in-crime...
By Novel Allena day ago in Poets
‘Wake up sir. Time for your sonic shower.” “Go away Rosie,” I muttered with a glower. “Curtains translucent,” her tinny reply.
By Andrew C McDonald5 days ago in Poets
What’s wrong with a song or poem with rhyme? I find my mind pondering, wandering, wondering much of the time. Unbelievably, inconceivably… to some, rhyme is worse than slime or grime!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Poets
—and you call me embarrassing. your words sting, dripping with venom, sending my body into panic. I cry, half anger / half devastation.
By katherine j zumpano3 days ago in Poets
You hold me where the water turns Black around the knees— not the crash, not the crest, but just underneath. Where every step is stolen ground,
By SUEDE the poet5 days ago in Poets
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Botero4 days ago in Poets
Sleepless nights bathed in the light of the droning TV, familiar music and memories, I travel back to 2015 in my mind. -
By Reece Beckett6 days ago in Poets
Why don’t you ever think before you speak? But I do, and did, I planned to every dotted T. Somehow with every line conversation keeps diverging increasingly unmanageably.
By K.B. Silver 10 days ago in Poets
There’s a silent strength that flows through feminine veins, One hidden behind a pasted smile and a black sense of humour,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 days ago in Poets
Television crackles. Static fills the muted space. I can’t tear my gaze from those turquoise eyes. Innocent eyes. Eyes like mine.
By Amanda Abela5 days ago in Poets
Vocal feels a bit empty today. There's a hole where your words should be. And still so much left for you to say, But you're no longer here – you're free.
By Dana Crandell6 days ago in Poets
His cries rise and the three older boys laugh. They yell down at him, the child, wrapped in an eggshell blanket, bundled on the ground.
By Guia Nocon7 days ago in Poets
