Most recently published stories in Poets.
“When the doctor called me into her office and told me the results weren’t good, the world blurred. I went to the biopsy alone, in that Vancouver rain, crying so much it felt like the sky was crying with me.”
By Magma Starabout 13 hours ago in Poets
I am a house that watched its own foundation crack, a soil that stole a sweetness it could never return. I remember the Tallahatchie not as a river,
By Meko James about 13 hours ago in Poets
It's bad luck to lean against the machine, Bad luck to smudge the paint on her curves. Worse luck to run fingertips through her
By Silver Dauxabout 13 hours ago in Poets
You wish you were dead, But you shouldn't feel so blue, Life can be a dread, But it can be fun too. You feel sad, But it doesn't have to be this bad, You think nobody cares, But there's always someone there.
By Your Favorite Maid ✝️📖🦋🌷about 13 hours ago in Poets
Solo you stand Branches close and tight Needles strong and taunting Never losing color Shape Solo you kneel Trunk hard and rough
By Chandre Sanchezabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The cold bit at our faces as we glided through the city weightless. Dark, sullen, wet the passers by sloughed, layers of hardship and labor pressing into their shapes.
The Mausoleum cries its silence O' beheaded moment And now, you are a dream in the dark O' Star Silken black gloves no more to the touch
By John Scipioabout 13 hours ago in Poets
You don't like what I eat, Or, My weight. You hate my attitude, Thank you very much, I'd say it creates my solitude!
By Carol Ann Townendabout 13 hours ago in Poets
They creep into your unexpected moments Some you welcome with warmth and a grateful smile Others...you wish would stay buried...
By Novel Allenabout 14 hours ago in Poets
This Poem Slowly Enters the Man's Atmosphere While He is Tormented by the music of 'A Funeral March of Marionette' by Charles Gounod
By John Scipioabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Did this space exist all along, waiting, or did we create it? Doesn’t matter: we got here, and we can get back after we leave.
By Harper Lewisabout 14 hours ago in Poets
You. Your eyes reflected The rolling hills Of our promised future. Your smile was My abode, My comfort. Your touch rendered
By Katelyn Huntabout 14 hours ago in Poets
