Most recently published stories in Poets.
Like a theater stage. Made with paint in front of red curtains with cracks. ... Where is the joy? How did it forget us like this?
By Manuel C.2 days ago in Poets
The scariest man smiles wide, his voice silk over cold stone. “I love you,” he whispers, and you lean in, unaware that trust is a candle he’s about to snuff.
By Tina D. Lopez2 days ago in Poets
How is it possible that even to this day, I still remember your way? Your way of making me laugh touches the deepest corner of my heart.
By Ina Zeneli2 days ago in Poets
Misery, my special friend, you’ve darkened my world enslaved my hopes. You’ve pushed me through doors to many bars,
By Dean Traylor2 days ago in Poets
She’s a chatterbox, firing rounds of verbs and nouns before I can comprehend. Words beyond words, flowing, flying, flashing
What marvel is this beating within my body! What rapture pulses through these mortal limbs, this flesh that walks, that speaks, that loves, that knows
By Tim Carmichael2 days ago in Poets
Would it make a difference? He wondered If she didn’t love him Didn’t care for him As much as he wanted her It seemed as if
By Rasma Raisters2 days ago in Poets
i wish my gut feeling lied… my doubts were just overthinking… my eyes misread the vision… my intuition was bad at predictions…
By Komal2 days ago in Poets
Anxiety Sweaty palms, my heart racing, thoughts of darkness and negativity, I can’t breath, my chest aches, Tears run down my face, Stomach full of butterflies, I don’t want to get out of bed,
By Jennifer lindquist2 days ago in Poets
I've tried being this person - I hope that this person can understand that I am a MOTHER !? I went to school with the Fathers's and registered every photo !? The child I had is NOW "500" years OLD - !? Your child is 500 years OLD !? Yes - and also that is the meaning of this poem !
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
tiny pine sapling give it a few patient years will turn colossal. This photo and haiku send a message about patience and growth.
By Seema Patel2 days ago in Poets
See them, with me, and love them: far-travelers of many colors, singing a thousand melodies, storied, each, having crossed Atlantic, Pacific, dunes or plains,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 days ago in Poets
