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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Afternoon Stream
Afternoon Stream Water ripples over smooth, mossed stones, Sunlight falling gold across its path. Green leaves lean low to touch the surface,
By George’s Girl 2026 18 minutes ago in Poets
Overflow
sometimes I overflow like bubbles down the side of a glass blown in through a straw by an overenthusiastic child sometimes it's beautiful
By Lolly Vieiraabout an hour ago in Poets
Sunset
Inevitable. The glowing goodbye, dreaded. But always certain.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Does the Universe End?
Conceptually, a cycle of existence unfolds, infinite.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The Moth
a moth on the wall opens both wings holds them there then folds them back shut
By Tim Carmichaelabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Shit, It's Not Raining Men. Content Warning.
One more day The tooth of time bites me but Damn I bite back . What do I need time for when the world is fighting wait until I strike back
By Henrik Hagelandabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The Quiet Power of Words: How Poetry Touches the Human Soul. AI-Generated.
There is a strange kind of magic hidden inside words. Not the loud, dramatic magic of fireworks or thunderstorms, but a quiet and gentle magic that works slowly within the human heart. Words rarely shout, yet they have the power to echo across time, across memories, and across lives.
By AngelFaceabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Sunset
As daylight fades, a golden flame, The sunset whispers a soft, sweet name. Horizon drips in a crimson glow, Painted in fire, as moments slow.
By Skabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Statistically Unlikely
They say the odds are thinning— like my hair in the shower drain. I count myself among the improbable. Decent posture.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.
…the chime of little bells tinkling twinkling blinkling ding-dingyling luxurious carpet prostrated in simplicity of modesty…
By Dianaabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Listen to Your Body
What you studied, how much you earn, where you work, does not matter to your body. What matters is, whether you lived a life
By Seema Patelabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Writing
Thinking and typing On my phone, hitting letters Making a sentence
By L.I.Eabout 4 hours ago in Poets