Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Today I started packing To walk away from my life The suitcases were filled Clown nose to the side My empty whisky bottle collection stared back
By Renessa Norton18 days ago in Poets
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 McGlaughlin17 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 Writes14 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 Hubler15 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 Bernstein16 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 Ingoldsby20 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 Sterling17 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 Matos20 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 Lewis20 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 Arctic18 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 Renton20 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 20 days ago in Poets
