Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
round and round seated on the gramophone thin lines under the needle a slim vision into endless symphony on worn vinyl and oak tree
By venice3 years ago in Poets
I’m glued to lone chair beneath spotlight, dripping sweat, and in they come from the wings— the dead. People and pets all long gone
By Ellie Scott3 years ago in Poets
Trees (a haikupun) by Ben Waggoner Oak, willow, pine, spruce. A tree inspires a poet. Oh, the poet tree!
By Ben Waggoner3 years ago in Poets
Poetry & Art: Poetry inspired by Artworks Artwork: Part of a larger artwork: “The Space Within” by Liliana Gerardi Art by Liliana Gerardi: https://lilianagerardi.com/
By Facundo Raganato3 years ago in Poets
The following are 101 words of life and death. Before doing this I set a few rules. The first rule is that I could not use any proper names (people, places, etc) and I could not repeat any words.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
I've been pondering upon Liminal spaces, Those in-between places That are not quite real And seem out of sync With time and tide,
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Poets
The pale blue light of the full moon makes the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes more obvious as I stare at pictures of us on my phone
By F Cade Swanson3 years ago in Poets
I dreamt of vibrant birdsong, except it was a cat. Singing like a sparrow, wearing a blue top hat. Then there were tarantulas, climbing on a log.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
I close my eyes. I'm drowning. I open them to the dark. Drenched in sweat, with quickened breath, heart pounding in my chest.
By Simon George3 years ago in Poets
I woke that morning In a daze Something was off The world just a maze
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Poets
I saw her from across the room A flash of light, a fleeting glance My heart was captured, doomed To love at first sight's enchanting trance
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Full moon rose in the sky, my written work complete. I hit send without a proof and promptly fell asleep. ✍️ The phone call came at work, “Black suits are at your door.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
