Most recently published stories in Poets.
My hand begins to tremble As my finger starts to squeeze The barrels to my brow now As I rest upon my knees Tears slowly seeping from the corners
By Edward Val28 minutes ago in Poets
I Should Not Have Looked There is something wrong in this house, Not loud, not clear, Just wrong enough, That you notice it when you’re alone.
By George’s Girl 2026 about an hour ago in Poets
Within the depths of the rivers of woe, the radiant sun has since lost his way, and having nowhere left for me to go, I turn my back and leave behind the Day.
By Lizzy Roseabout an hour ago in Poets
perhaps it was always me to blame but i never played never played the cheating game i never ever thought to stray
By Brenabout 2 hours ago in Poets
A body floating on a body of water. - Get your tongue out of my head already. - The body and face never sharing the frame,
By Reece Beckettabout 2 hours ago in Poets
A hint of lavender, Purple petals caress my cheek. The BBQ is fired up, A song plays. Mom is in the garden, Dad is on the lawn;
By Tas The Artist about 3 hours ago in Poets
Introduction The concept of the "One Word Poem" has been in my head for a while and I wrote and published the piece below about it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 3 hours ago in Poets
half moon at midday tree tips striving to touch her but grounded in earth Copyright © 4/6/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 If you like ♡ my scribbles, hit the subscribe button. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
By Andrea Corwin about 3 hours ago in Poets
What if I love her like rain on my window at night, slowed and steady, where everything feels alright? What if I love her like chasing the edge of the sun, driving through gold when the day’s finally done?
By Gia Saintabout 3 hours ago in Poets
I wasn't here to stay Thought they were going to pay It was fun while I had time to play Had some new ideas the other day
By Christopher Beardabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Someone said they were scared Threatened by the voices Trembling from the sounds A call out in the wild Just like a primeval child
Not the version people think they knew—but the one I remember in quiet moments. The one who laughed without thinking, who didn’t overanalyze every word, every silence, every goodbye.
By Imran Ali Shahabout 4 hours ago in Poets
