Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
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. Botero7 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 Beckett9 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 13 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 7 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 Abela8 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 Crandell9 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 Nocon10 days ago in Poets
I’m not like you. I never have been. It’s why I sit in here in the back And listen. Just listen. You have so much to say.
By R. B. Booth12 days ago in Poets
It is my anniversary How do I celebrate 365 days of Bipolar 1 Depression? Broken Stalled Despite my hospitalisations I have failed to establish safety, then recovery
By Pauline Fountain13 days ago in Poets
When I look in your eyes, I see an entire world reflected back at me. * Twin galaxies filled with stars. Glimmering with possibility
By Bradley Ramsey12 days ago in Poets
There's a cat in my room. I cannot find the broom. I Think it ran in my closet. I shut the door, But maybe I should lock it.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)14 days ago in Poets
~ if this is the only one I get (and it seems likely it is) I have no idea what to do with it anymore, started off with god and woman
By Heather Hubler13 days ago in Poets
