Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
On nights like tonight Constellations emerge Branches sway Stars flicker through Gaps made by Leafless limbs, stark Winter's pruning
By Aspen Marie 4 months ago in Poets
For thousands of years, I have watched man’s blood run thick through the river that meanders beside me. Rooted to this spot,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)4 months ago in Poets
Echo for Narcissus: A Villanelle Can love be wrong that sets your soul alight? Pale reflection froze you in the mirror:
By Rebbekah Vega Romero4 months ago in Poets
I peek at my little boy and realise he’s no longer a baby. 👣 Sleeping peacefully, his little legs hang through his cot —
By Sandy Gillman4 months ago in Poets
When desire and truth collide, the heart keeps calling. 🌫️ I counted costs, but still I chose the mire And now the truth turns back to whence it came
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Poets
The memory of you returns though the years have passed away, my heart still calls out your name. Some shadows hold on to the last bit of light.
By Lori A. A.4 months ago in Poets
The presence of your absence lingers on the periphery, like a leaf stuck under a wiper blade, skittering against the windshield in a frenzy
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
I need to know the things I know you knew But you did not cross my path of urgent things. I missed my chance to ask those things of you.
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Poets
I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes. I let it consume me, the wild rage, yet a smile on my face.
By Kara Walbek4 months ago in Poets
PART I- Genesis I am my mother's child Highways of scars littered across my body Hers a needle Mine, something sharp Sharp tongue, Quick witted Servitude slipping Into every bad habit
By Soul4 months ago in Poets
I realize my monkey mind does not serve me; change is key I realize my monkey mind does not serve me; change is key Swing from tree to tree no more, I tame my restless energy
By Marilyn Glover4 months ago in Poets
I say I’m glad your joys are bright and true Though something stirs beneath the shine and art I wait to know when life will open too.
By Test4 months ago in Poets
