Most recently published stories in Poets.
Night falls, and the world hushes its noise, Even the humans have ceased their infernal clatter, Virga turns to snow, thick, falling softly.
By Meredith Harmon38 minutes ago in Poets
Been a while I did my thinking Relationships I know It’s sinking Why go through that when It’s fake I do know one big mistake
By Haychie_Artistabout an hour ago in Poets
If I were president I would not speak in soundbites. I would speak in pauses. I would let silence finish its sentence before I rushed to sound smart.
By Flower InBloomabout an hour ago in Poets
Oh, why are you so cold? Icing parked cars. Coating the sky in a gray blanket. You make teeth chatter and bones ache. You cause the roads to be a slip-and-slide for tires.
By Amethyst Champagneabout an hour ago in Poets
Phoenix Snake Shed your skin, Rise again. Her eyes light her way in her darkness, She is Home. Look at them, jealous, intimidated,
By Amanda Lyonsabout an hour ago in Poets
If ever the world grows loud and cold, And the stories of old begin to unfold, Step away from the noise and the light, Learn the soft language of the night.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajalabout an hour ago in Poets
He stands in the corner as an amalgam of every man I’ve ever wanted. He lurks in the darkness of that corner waiting for me to be ready.
There are too many thoughts for one body. They move in circles, wear paths into the same places until the ground gives in. Patterns arrive before intention. I react and call it instinct. I leave and call it safety.
By Tifani Power about an hour ago in Poets
His hair was long, straight, and black this time. Usually, his eyes were all white with pinprick black pupils. The eyes. His eyes this time were all black shine, like a shark.
It was so innocent at first. We clicked so fast. Loving him came easy, his eyes were so understanding. His touch, so gentle.
By Amanda Lyonsabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The flag isn’t one thing. It never was. It hangs from porches with chipped paint and from poles too tall to question. It flaps soft at dusk in quiet towns
By Flower InBloomabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Is the constant struggle between head and heart. It's loving someone even after you've had to call it off. It's telling your daughter to make sure she has mace for a night out with the girls.
