Top Stories
Stories in Poets that you'll love, handpicked by our team.
Foggy Dreams. Top Story - September 2026.
I'm dreaming of something out of reach. Silver like the rhinestone smile of the stars. It's blue around the edges, bruised by intent. Black in the middle, an obsidian ink stain. It presses against my eyelids at midnight. Lingering there like a houseguest low on luck. I'll never be able to capture it like this. There's a crack in my foundation. Someone cut a corner in my construction. They knocked out a beam and laughed. Ah, but I can't forget the silver spit dangling From the lips some fox on the silver screen Waiting in the sliver of silver moonlight For her prey to wander just a little closer. The dream flutters away and I am hollow. I bask in the vacancy blooming in my chest. All signs point to ' full up. move out.' There's never anywhere to go when you dream. It's like navigating the fabric of a sweater. Such an impossible task it turns seductive. You see how the dream draws me away? It pulls me from the silver-toothed devils. Still, the soul wants what it wants, doesn't it? I suppose I must not want to dream, but live.
By Silver Daux3 days ago in Poets
Love Struck. Top Story - September 2026.
You toss your pointy hat aside and tell me to come on in You pull out a box of little vials and start mixing stuff in 🧹 A flick of herbs, a dash of toad a pinch of sparkling mite You turn up the blazing heat and lock me in tonight 🧹 Your flowing velvet sleeves fall back your fingers smell of sage You pin me with your neon gaze reciting words right off your page 🧹 Drink deep you whisper in my ear I taste it, sweet and slow right down my ribs, the shivers come Your love spell starts to grow 🧹 Your black cat blinks from off the shelf your bubbling cauldron sighs you bind me with a luminous thread I'm lost inside your eyes 🧹 I don't need a counter spell I love it in your gloom you quickly swept me off my feet with your little witchy broom
By Sara Wilson3 days ago in Poets
Never Forget. Top Story - September 2026.
I remember my mother standing on the front porch after sending my siblings off on the school bus. I remember The Today Show on the TV in the living room. The Today Show was always on in the living room after my mother checked the weather on weekday mornings.
By Kay Husnick6 days ago in Poets
