Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Holding Pattern
We stood at the edge of the quiet, where the air forgot how to move. The tide kept practising our names, as if repetition might make us real.
By Emilie Turnerabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Black in America
The flag still waves but it sounds like chains when the wind hits it just right. I learned early that silence can be a sentence,
By Anitaabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Dear Groundhogs...
Note: some of you do not celebrate Groundhog Day (every February 2nd). You might be familiar with Candlemas Day (European inspiration for the event). If the groundhog in question sees its shadow on a sunny day, six more weeks of winter; if not, an early spring. And our rodents - starting with Willy and Pete (there are others) - have different prognostications above and below our borders. Nice.
By Kendall Defoe about 4 hours ago in Poets
Only Once
We forget, how brief the miracle is how the morning doesn’t promise to repeat itself, how hands are borrowed, not owned.
By Anitaabout 4 hours ago in Poets
I'm "Cross-Eyed" - The Way He Makes Me Feel, I'm Like, "Dying" To Sl #$%. His Mama!
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetryabout 4 hours ago in Poets
meet me by the ocean
Meet me by the ocean Your smile, never brighter It’s where you come alive Your heart, a little lighter Nothing to cry about
By Gail Fredricksabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Vesper & Angela
Invocation May this work find you where you are, and may you recognize the stillness in its lines. Let it speak without rushing, without the need to be perfect, only present. May you, like Angela, remember what it is to listen— to the body, to the pause, to the light and dark that hold us. And may Vesper guide you through the thresholds you’ve yet to cross, inviting you to stay, to soften, and to trust that you are already whole.
By Flower InBloomabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Good Fight
We don’t throw plates in this house. We rinse them. We stack them. We argue about the sponge like it’s a religion. You say I squeeze it wrong
By Milan Milicabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Unobserved State
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about 4 hours ago in Poets
The "COLD" Sore Problem, Like I Need Another Reason To Be A Jamaican - Brrrrrrr
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
By 365poetryabout 4 hours ago in Poets
A Maiko in my favourite dress
In silk, she dances, Whispers of moonlight and grace, My heart sways like wind.
By Sara Elizabeth Joyceabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Zia On My Shoulder
verse 1 goodbye, new mexico, the door must close but your sun still lingers in my bones you held me when my house was cold
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 5 hours ago in Poets