Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
perhaps it was always me to blame but i never played never played the cheating game i never ever thought to stray
By Brenabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Tiptoeing through the daisies Splashing in the puddles Clad in a bright coat and galoshes Twirling a tricolored umbrella
By Mother Combs6 days ago in Poets
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 Allen3 days 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 McDonald6 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 📚🪶4 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 zumpano4 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 poet6 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. Botero5 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 Beckett7 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 11 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 5 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 Abela6 days ago in Poets
