Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Achilles, the storm, and Patroclus, the quiet shore, knew more of love than historians who say they were just brothers-in-arms-
By Sara Little2 years ago in Poets
The phone rings only once. Like someone remembering then deciding against it. - He lets it hang— picks it up the second time.
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Poets
Hard goes the way on a path made of loss, of feel and look then numb and dark. A cave with gold, here a ruby, here a ring and
By Kait Thursday3 years ago in Poets
Dear Uncle Tony, I am writing to you from the sea Send me a sign, please, Tony, I’m tired, but my family needs me Righteous anger has burned me
By Veronica Germano3 years ago in Poets
Words spoken in haste will burn and soon be gone Though they bruise and foster indignation Words we leave unspoken slowly smolder on
By Dana Crandell4 months ago in Poets
You just can't avoid getting older. It's a burden we all have to shoulder. You can simply survive. Or learn how to thrive.
By Marie Wilson3 years ago in Poets
when I close my eyes To remember your Ayla, that circle of ethereal, eternal burning light My brain fine tunes the beam into feverish, crying music
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Poets
I still remember that very first meet, The first laugh, the first word, the first step, the first fall, A little hand reaching for mine,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 months ago in Poets
Breathing breath into me Spiraling in imagination Endless search for patience Anger dulls my star Rattling bones of skeleton
By Tanya Lei2 months ago in Poets
Internal heat is the direct source of enthusiasm emotion passion intensity... all things inherent in this ongoing process of existence...
By Lamar Wiggins2 months ago in Poets
Today, my husband bought a lighter. I’m scared of fire. He told me to flick it but it was warm to the touch. “Will it burn
By Mackenzie Davis2 months ago in Poets
My husband is a bit of a pyromaniac. We couldn’t get insurance On our wedding barbeque Because he’s known in town For his conflagrations.
By Aubrey Rebecca2 months ago in Poets