Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

A Recipe for Indigo: How to Cultivate the Perfect Solitude
The Manual for Quiet Blue Step 1: Preparation of the Vessel Wait for a day when the sky is the color of a bruised plum. Open your window exactly three inches— enough for the damp cedar smell to enter, but not enough for the world to come inside. Sit on the tatami, or the cold wooden floor, and align your spine with the falling rain.
By Takashi Nagayaabout 14 hours ago in Poets
A Pledge (Reimagined)
A Pledge (Reimagined) I pledge allegiance not to a symbol but to the people standing beneath it. To the hands that work,
By Flower InBloomabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Relieve
I don't mind the noise That's a bonus to me Silence is a choice But I walk to feel free. * Working from home Tends to drain my array
By Alex Torresabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Strike Talk Amongst The Miners
Strike Talk Amung The Miners A few of the coal miners miners out on strike, talkin’ about how this strike’s shit, the bosses don’t care, won’t shift one bit.
By Marie381Uk about 14 hours ago in Poets
Yellow door
There's this cafe I used to go to– I lived just down the road. With mismatched, gray and salmon tiles. For years, it felt like home.
By Kiana Cardaabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Wall of words
I started life a little late, A story I've carried with me. I couldn't read till I was eight. wore masks, built to protect me.
By Kiana Cardaabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Let the Rice Rot in the Fields
I will let the rice rot in the fields said the farmer. There is no one left to sell it to. Even the birds do not come to eat the poisoned words.
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout 15 hours ago in Poets
I used some words
Put them on the paper Maybe they would disappear like vapour Wasn't sure if this was the right place Maybe I had left too much space
By Christopher Beardabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Spam Calls. Top Story - November 2025.
In the first year I picked up every spam call in hopes it might be you I'd say hello, and if there was any hesitation on the other line I would wait
By Mezmurabout 15 hours ago in Poets
When I Was Young
When I Was Young When I was young I laughed without checking the price I walked streets without counting the steps no one watched my hands
By Marie381Uk about 16 hours ago in Poets
Plumb Line Restored
What's the gest to rest in the knowing or slide to the plumbline in another spot blotting out the bruises, wounds, & scars
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudsonabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Feeling Nervous Completely
There are nerves. Yet, you want to do your best. The road curves. This so happens to be your test. All of the practice,
By Michael Owczarekabout 16 hours ago in Poets