Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A cockroach fell on its back from somewhere above from sometime before trapped; until it dries, mummifies stay hydrated, ads say
By Andrei Z.about a month ago in Poets
Caught unaware Nose buried in Engaging information Comfortably ensconced On a plush sofa A man hovers above me Shadow casting
By Aspen Marie about a month ago in Poets
Here I am again, alone at home, Music playing, feeding my soul. Valentine’s Day returns once more. The stores are crowded with men
By Ina Zeneliabout a month ago in Poets
Today I started packing To walk away from my life The suitcases were filled Clown nose to the side My empty whisky bottle collection stared back
By Renessa Nortonabout a month ago in Poets
Sing to me softly, talk to me slow tell me you love me, like I don’t already know. Wrap your arms around me and pull in near.
By Jessica McGlaughlinabout a month ago in Poets
Sometimes there are too many assholes to argue with Too much brutality to be brave Too much chaos to be clever Too much distraction to be determined
By Leslie Writesabout a month ago in Poets
she checks her rearview mirror and swerves a little the oncoming headlights float like fuzzy halos disorienting her, gnarled hands grip the wheel tighter
By Heather Hublerabout a month ago in Poets
The desert at night lives. A metamorphosis of the sand causes the previously stifling landscape to shift, Becoming cold, swirling drifts of heavy, tan snow,
By Maura Bernsteinabout a month ago in Poets
I could take your anger, ferocity that grips my mind like a twisted piece of metal I could take your heart that hurts And show you my heart that has a different hurt in similar places
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Poets
I once promised myself to never make the same mistake everybody else does… I promised to not continue the endless cycle of being played again,
By Edvin Sterlingabout a month ago in Poets
You cook, you clean, you become the second mother. The younger kids are your siblings and run to you as if they had no other.
By Yalisa Matosabout a month ago in Poets
That first night: the laughter, the music, the love The first date: the music, the poetry, the moon The road trip through a hurricane, my yoga pants ruined by rain, the Violent Femmes, and that morning at the Hirshorn, the Rodin
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
