Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Sing to me softly, talk to me slow tell me you love me, like I don’t already know. Wrap your arms around me and pull in near.
By Jessica McGlaughlin12 days ago in Poets
Sometimes there are too many assholes to argue with Too much brutality to be brave Too much chaos to be clever Too much distraction to be determined
By Leslie Writes9 days ago in Poets
she checks her rearview mirror and swerves a little the oncoming headlights float like fuzzy halos disorienting her, gnarled hands grip the wheel tighter
By Heather Hubler10 days ago in Poets
The desert at night lives. A metamorphosis of the sand causes the previously stifling landscape to shift, Becoming cold, swirling drifts of heavy, tan snow,
By Maura Bernstein11 days ago in Poets
I could take your anger, ferocity that grips my mind like a twisted piece of metal I could take your heart that hurts And show you my heart that has a different hurt in similar places
By Melissa Ingoldsby15 days ago in Poets
I once promised myself to never make the same mistake everybody else does… I promised to not continue the endless cycle of being played again,
By Edvin Sterling12 days ago in Poets
You cook, you clean, you become the second mother. The younger kids are your siblings and run to you as if they had no other.
By Yalisa Matos15 days ago in Poets
That first night: the laughter, the music, the love The first date: the music, the poetry, the moon The road trip through a hurricane, my yoga pants ruined by rain, the Violent Femmes, and that morning at the Hirshorn, the Rodin
By Harper Lewis15 days ago in Poets
After the show, at the end of the day My heart sinks deeper into surrounding tissue My essence molds itself back into existence
By Oneg In The Arctic13 days ago in Poets
Eat constantly. You’ll never get bored. Suck crustaceans, dance when angered, your growl– will fall like a whisper.
By Teresa Renton15 days ago in Poets
a creeping feeling engulfed my body muscles heavy but elastic mysterious beat ramping up slowly evocative and animastic I pump myself out of the deep pocket
By K.B. Silver 15 days ago in Poets
I have always wanted a bouquet of friends. Colorful, vivid with the scent of life. One of each of my favorite flowers Plucked from a year, a generation, a time.
By Silver Daux16 days ago in Poets
