Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
What if this is your last dance? I know you've heard a version of that phrase many times in your life and it's been used to twist something in you.
By Eden Rowa day ago in Poets
an evening moment that caught me off guard and also expected * an evening moment expectedly unexpected clarity clouded with the opacity of love
By ali6 days ago in Poets
You climb the trees again, slowly — I take my knees, remembering you as the day is long. Your metallic rays, g l i s t e n i n g
By Pixel Floyd6 days ago in Poets
Mankind is Icarus and our own pride is the wind that deafened him as he flew, drowning out any other thoughts or sensibilities
By Donny Foley2 days ago in Poets
perhaps it was always me to blame but i never played never played the cheating game i never ever thought to stray
By Bren2 days ago in Poets
Tiptoeing through the daisies Splashing in the puddles Clad in a bright coat and galoshes Twirling a tricolored umbrella
By Mother Combs7 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 Allen4 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 McDonald8 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 📚🪶5 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 zumpano6 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 poet8 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. Botero6 days ago in Poets
