Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
“Eight,” I announce when Heidi asks, “What’s today’s number?” Everyone else is confused. But I know she means the digit
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
I am not one to speak plainly - sometimes, I repeat and ramble, or talk in circles before reaching the point - and much like the way I speak,
By Alexandria Stanwyck10 days ago in Poets
I think I do owe you an apology I didn't see because I didn't wish to see I focused on images that were groggy Allowed laziness to lay a mat for me
By Harydo Neon7 days ago in Poets
I hold myself at an arms length from emotion until they, like furious waves, crush me taking me under their tide and holding me down.
By Reece Beckett10 days ago in Poets
Cheats prevail. Children are taught otherwise, of course. Teachers share- Fairy-tales at circle time About virtue winning through.
By River and Celia in Underland 8 days ago in Poets
CIPHER 1/19/2026 I am more than my words and more than the skin that tightly binds me in.. I am more than these pages
By Victor Mendez9 days ago in Poets
Today is March Forth and Do Something Day. A day when we say 'Carpe Diem' and seize the chance to make progress. So let's.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 days ago in Poets
The purpose of art is not the result. The purpose of art is not the result. The purpose of art is not the result. It is, for one thing,
By Gabriel Huizenga11 days ago in Poets
sometimes I overflow like bubbles down the side of a glass blown in through a straw by an overenthusiastic child sometimes it's beautiful
By Lolly Vieira11 days ago in Poets
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
By Tim Carmichael11 days ago in Poets
Gasoline costs more since Trump started his Iranian war Washington state is always higher, because here, all our awesome benefits
By Andrea Corwin 10 days ago in Poets
I may not be making a lot of sense these days...as you can clearly See in my depiction of a maniacal grin...confusion is exuding from the crazed state of my inner core and sanctum.
By Novel Allen10 days ago in Poets
