Stories in Poets that youβll love, handpicked by our team.
My memories remaining young while my body decays, - the beginnings of pains, - my bloodied fingertips carrying your sharpest words.
By Reece Beckett27 days ago in Poets
Glide into the emerald pillows of grass waves ply your wanders and wonders Breathe in the blushing blue thyme meadow, as it gives way to tawnied garden ground
By John R. Godwin24 days ago in Poets
Pieces of land holding past and present bands visible in my blind spot, blemishes of time causing the past to rewind. Memories never fading
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson25 days ago in Poets
I grew up In the desert, an ecosystem So delicate, every Living thing must be Sturdy to survive The heat, the monsoon
By Bex Jordan27 days ago in Poets
My natural body's a sin to mankind... It's hairy in places that men do not like. Sorry, I'm a grown woman, Not a Chia pet for trimmin',
By CT Idlehouse28 days ago in Poets
What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams? What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams?
By Tina D. Lopez29 days ago in Poets
In a deep forest, under an old oak, in a small cabin, lived an ugly witch with many warts on her face. In a nearby meadow, girls were picking berries,
By Seema Patel29 days ago in Poets
You know everything about me but how..... I don't know how you know but you know but I'm pretty sure you know what I ate for breakfast
By Colleen Walters26 days ago in Poets
I. One year, a procession of cardboard boxes, the hereditary lances I discover on my tongue. Barbed reaching for not my milk in not my refrigerator,
By Morgana26 days ago in Poets
Introduction This is my fifth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's gorgeous artwork. This is a Catena Rondo
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 27 days ago in Poets
My shins left indents in the sand from s t a y i n g as the sun fades from the mild waves I pat the mound of smooth sand-
By Michele Nampalli27 days ago in Poets
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
