Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
he wanted me to need him instead of being real and confident. he wanted me to question everything instead of be deliberate and make my dreams come true.
By ⸘jason alan‽28 days ago in Poets
I crawled across the sanguine soaked battlefield of life born legless languishing below the line of sight to all except the
By K.B. Silver 30 days ago in Poets
Prose Poetry Unburdening a menagerie of ghosts exorcised my fragile, fumbling heart. I had told you of jet-black thoughts through intimate chronicles, and discombobulated perceptions ripped beyond the basal of my breasts.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Poets
I drop to my knees on the side of the road Of this long forgotten place I gather the filthy, Long abandoned bundle this fragment of faith
By Justin Black30 days ago in Poets
Lying on the floor, CDs are spread out around me. Some are in their cases, while others are bare. My music player softly pumps out melodies into the air.
By Amethyst Champagneabout a month ago in Poets
I am the tree laid bare by winter, all sandpaper bark and the hollowness of a thing almost-dead, holding my breath in the fractured light of the perpetual confessional,
By Chloë J.29 days ago in Poets
I thought words arrived as if breathing were easy. Books fooled my young eyes. Now I know better. Stories take patient years.
By Diani Alvarengaabout a month ago in Poets
You must know from the moment you were born, you were innocent in a way that invited envy. You gave no reason to earn disdain,
By Danielle Eckhartabout a month ago in Poets
My country has turned to piracy now, deposing a foreign leader to ravage his country’s resources. * Modern-day conquistadores,
By David Muñozabout a month ago in Poets
I sit with stoic Silence under a yet moonless night my heart hangs heavy its weight wistfully wandering through the dark velvety sky
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
The mind implodes, The heart shatters as Shards of jagged glass Scatter all about, Instilling a paradox of fear and truth
By Cindy Calderabout a month ago in Poets
Peel the lore from me Until I am nothing more Than creaking pine branches Groaning under the snow, Waving in the arctic breeze.
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Poets
