Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Distant apparitions make a mockery of a love gone wrong. Incessantly replaying the final moment on repeat like a favorite song.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry3 years ago in Poets
Deficit you say? I am the queen of losing track of my... Squirrel... I mean, Truthfully, as an ADHD woman I really have no greater skill than
By Meagan Dion3 years ago in Poets
Daylight bleeds In through satin curtains, and the Saturnalia of our fairytale last night Transcends this harrowed space (in which my)
By Gina C.3 years ago in Poets
Din echoes through the mind. Imagination grind. Stressing about the world news, thoughts flooding brings on the blues. Right or wrong, there's a new slog.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Doing all I can for my spoilt complaining matrix connective robots Is it ever enough? NEVER!!! Spending all my time pandering to their every whim and fancy
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
Driving long distance with nothing to look at In an infinite cycle of boredom – ugh, nausea — trapped, my Senses spiral. They whir frenetically like a…
By Ashley Ball3 years ago in Poets
Do you know? I don't think of you, In the moments I remember you, So much as a person anymore. You've Transformed. Not from a dragonfly nymph,
By Hannah E. Aaron3 years ago in Poets
Ere came I ‘pon a field so green, Neath a midnight sky with shades unseen. In a woodland glade was this ghostly scene.
By Ian Read3 years ago in Poets
Did I forget to tell you? I love you more than anything. Sometimes life gets in the way Today is no exception Right now, I’m pulled thin
By Ahna Lewis3 years ago in Poets
There is a nook between my mattress and the wall. Some nights, I take out my brain and hide it there so I can sleep. Some mornings, I leave it for the dogs to find and fight over, still a better existence than residing in my head.
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
If you're sitting there Thinking, contemplating If you're sitting there Itching, shaking Aching to share Your truth, your soul
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Does the Iridescence of her Savoir-fair allure you? The calla lilies speak to me when Roses--in exchange for silence--
