Top Stories
Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
You've Got to Be Cutthroat to be a Writer
It takes real grit to be a writer - a creator of stories. Days when you don't feel like writing and would rather be doing anything else.
Jasmine AguilarPublished 11 days ago in PoetsAs The Sun Rises
As the sun rises casting its morning glow, I stand at the edge of the sea, shrouded in darkness, My mind feels the shadows of a depressing low.
Carol TownendPublished 13 days ago in PoetsA Good Day Coming
* Gotta start the morning on an up-swing Opportunities are on the rise Ordinary days can lose the zip- zing Dealing with the rain in cloudy skies
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 15 days ago in PoetsHello
If I had a cent for every open challenge, I would have no sense.
Cathy holmesPublished 14 days ago in PoetsDrizzling heart
They never knew my name Until the drizzling hearts spoke up Solo sole seldom survives May nights own lights Not until they lose their identity
The Statistic
I can’t move today. Why is this cycle so vicious? Every potentially meaningful moment is promptly thrown away. Will I be a statistic?
BrettNotGregPublished 13 days ago in PoetsI'm Fire!
It’s not about bad hair but bad air. I breathe fire you breathe rain. Dousing water on my dreams sending my hopes into steam!
Cynthia FieldsPublished 15 days ago in PoetsI Hate When People Ask About You
I hate when people ask about you As if your pain is mine to share. You’re tougher than I’ll ever be, But the heartache is yours to bare.
Darby S. FisherPublished 17 days ago in PoetsWounded Soul
I moan all day I moan all night Just like cats after a fight ---- My claws are strong My claws run deep They tend to hurt most in my sleep
G. A. BoteroPublished 16 days ago in PoetsMay The Fourth Be With You
Introduction This is just a silly villanelle for today May 4th, also known as Star Wars Day. The music is the "Star Wars Theme" by Big Daddy who you can read more about here:
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 15 days ago in Poetsdreaming
~ Dad set your paintings ablaze on a Thursday, piled in a heap of rubble and ruin, his gruff tenor thick with tears as he struck the match. I was furious. With him, with you, with
Heather HublerPublished 15 days ago in PoetsSwitch Places
My home Is your home You once told me So I made it my own. But today, Our lives Have switched. This princess, Who left the castle of her parents
Manisha DhalaniPublished 15 days ago in Poets