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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Bookmark, Not The End
i used to think endings were loud things.. doors slamming, voices raised, storms ripping roofs from houses but ours was quiet
By Miss. Anonymous🌻about 4 hours ago in Poets
Winter Menagerie
evening snow in heaps curled under stars like basking bears, seals, in spotlight
By Mark Francisabout 5 hours ago in Poets
We Used to Pick Fruit
Ask a kid today where our food comes from and chances are the answer will be “the grocery store.” We’re so used to having everything outsourced from elsewhere and paying money for it. Perhaps that feels normal… like how it’s always been, in fact.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Inherited Silence
My grandmother wore silence like a string of pearls— clasped tight at the throat, resting cold against her pulse. It was polished by war years,
By LUNA EDITHabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
my ring is missing. in the shower, I feel it— a limbless phantom.
By Bride of Soundabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Sunlight
sunlight streams through glass window that has felt the rain I soak in the light
By AggieSoonabout 6 hours ago in Poets
here and now
sewing seeds of doubt for so long, I forgot how good it feels to live
By angela hepworthabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Blue Wound
You left my wound to fester, neglecting it for so long. Then, when you needed me again, you expected my return. Don't you think you owe me?
By Moon Desertabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Crushed by you
Crushed by you Fear grips like handcuffs, I can’t move, I am trapped now, You are crushing me. ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ I feel so Trapped by you
By Marie381Uk about 6 hours ago in Poets
You Are Beautiful 😍
You Are Beautiful Your Face Caught my attention In a short moment 🤵‍♂️🤵‍♀️🤵🫅🏾🤴🏻🫅🏾🤴🏻🫅🏾👷👷🧑🏾‍🚒🧑🏾‍🚒
By Mariann Carrollabout 7 hours ago in Poets
stay in and keep warm
Stay in and keep warm Come in and make me smile Worry for the future later Lay with me a while Hold each other close
By Gail Fredricksabout 7 hours ago in Poets
The setting tone. Content Warning.
Fear the mind, not the thoughts, for every precision of my knife, through the roughness of the cucumber slice, landing to strife,
By Parvathi Jabout 8 hours ago in Poets