Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
5th avenue in boxing gloves what's tied to you they want to have two bags from saks red bottom shoes random attacks mask and tattoo
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden16 days ago in Poets
i move at a glacial pace how to explain the fuzz in my head the sifting through the thoughts to figure out which ones
By ali16 days ago in Poets
I. Drop. The film-coated capsule into a measuring cup filled with water Stirring with savant precision, I've done this so many times
By Edward Swafford16 days ago in Poets
"Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly". (Franz Kafka).
By Antoni De'Leon19 days ago in Poets
🐰🐰🐰 Spring represents a cycle of rebirth, you see. A day about my Resurrection overshadowed by a damn bunny. Please do your research and say a prayer,
By Rain Dayze20 days ago in Poets
Aibunawa Along came a spider called Freedom Dark and immaculate It spun a sky from nothing And named it Possibility
By Kristen Keenon Fisher19 days ago in Poets
i’ve been tRiPpIn’ aGaIn and aGaIn not even suRe when it sTaRtEd or why it keeps hApPeNiNg. 14 DaYs… i tElL mYsElF JuSt 14
By Komal19 days ago in Poets
I took myself out of the running Time and time again Hesitated, paused, forgetting to breathe Thoughtful caution Or so I thought
By Marilyn Glover20 days ago in Poets
Forests of the Hawaiian islands are quiet today for eight distinct extinct songs have all died away. Their disappearances have broken the biological sound of “sacred lands.”
By Travis Dylan19 days ago in Poets
The scent of tobacco and salt, sun-kissed skin, sawdust steeped in amber resin. Sticky, steaming. He never quits on what he loves—
By Imola Tóth20 days ago in Poets
I would die for you But what would that avail me? May I live for you? A thief in the night You bypassed all my safeguards
By Andrew C McDonald21 days ago in Poets
I have not been able to sleep Last night I crawled to bed And lay there Staring at the Ceiling My hernia Would
By Sam Spinelli24 days ago in Poets
