Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
It’s all become a dance now… It starts in my mind and moves throughout the limbs of my body. A move to the left: “Can I start you out with some drinks?”
Some Alternate Poets
Introduction When you were at school who liked poetry really? I think I hated Shakespeare but it may just have been the way I was taught and how the works were actually presented to me. I do like a lot of Shakespeare though find some a bit over the top.
Seven Servings of Tasty Thanksgiving Haiku Poems
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, but it’s not all gravy. Here is a sampling of the many moods it inspires.
Twitter, Musk, and Trump
I was inspired by the High-Ku challenge to write about one of the most important developments in the social media world, i.e. Musk's takeover of Twitter and his desperate attempts to attract more eyeballs to the platform and stop exodus of advertisers and reputable news organizations. So here are my haiku verses on Twitter's demise and impending death:
After the Black
After the Black There are few things that are obvious from a first glance at me The most obvious is that I am black
Please Come Back Summer
Please come back summer, I miss the gentle touch of sunshine and mist on my arms and hands. I want you back summer,
Poem - 017, Marshmallow Blizzard We stood in the blizzard together, Our half lanterns beaten by the weather. Your ember was just a flicker,
Last night, in a high canyon, I watched the sun set. This mouth of the earth opened wide, jaws distended, As though it wished to swallow the sky’s amber hues whole.
To Whom it may Concern
You there. Yes. You. Stop. Come here. Are you okay? Are you okay? Did you have a good day? Was it nice? You are strong for getting through the day.
Thank You For Your Heroism
You look at him now He may seem frail and weak Sitting there is his chair Wrinkled skin and thin cheeks His hands may be scarred
Falling fast into the claws and Ravenous jaws of the looming, Ever-present machine feels all but inevitable. Each of our steps is a backslide
I'm A Writer Of Make Believe
I write for the release - the flow gives to me, now I want to stir something in you. Vast emotions created, as you delve in to see,