Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I am the tree laid bare by winter, all sandpaper bark and the hollowness of a thing almost-dead, holding my breath in the fractured light of the perpetual confessional,
By Chloë J.3 months ago in Poets
I thought words arrived as if breathing were easy. Books fooled my young eyes. Now I know better. Stories take patient years.
By Diani Alvarenga3 months ago in Poets
You must know from the moment you were born, you were innocent in a way that invited envy. You gave no reason to earn disdain,
By Danielle Eckhart3 months ago in Poets
My country has turned to piracy now, deposing a foreign leader to ravage his country’s resources. * Modern-day conquistadores,
By David Muñoz3 months ago in Poets
I sit with stoic Silence under a yet moonless night my heart hangs heavy its weight wistfully wandering through the dark velvety sky
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
The mind implodes, The heart shatters as Shards of jagged glass Scatter all about, Instilling a paradox of fear and truth
By Cindy Calder3 months ago in Poets
Peel the lore from me Until I am nothing more Than creaking pine branches Groaning under the snow, Waving in the arctic breeze.
By Silver Daux3 months ago in Poets
Your eyes held empathy I feel melting in my chest days later while I pretend to be alright for everybody else who knows me better
By The Dani Writer3 months ago in Poets
Candle flames flicker, and lamps strain to shine their light from windows Indoor lamps strain to shine their light from windows
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Poets
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
By CT Idlehouse3 months ago in Poets
Hindi is my native language. English is my main mode of study and writing. Latin, I have some command, for I studied biology for decades.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
When we were together I was hidden, My true self was sheltered, My voice was muted, not by choice, but by choosing to ignore who I was.
By Dylan 3 months ago in Poets
