Stories in Poets that youβll love, handpicked by our team.
The purpose of art is not the result. The purpose of art is not the result. The purpose of art is not the result. It is, for one thing,
By Gabriel Huizenga14 days ago in Poets
sometimes I overflow like bubbles down the side of a glass blown in through a straw by an overenthusiastic child sometimes it's beautiful
By Lolly Vieira13 days ago in Poets
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
By Tim Carmichael13 days ago in Poets
Gasoline costs more since Trump started his Iranian war Washington state is always higher, because here, all our awesome benefits
By Andrea Corwin 12 days ago in Poets
I may not be making a lot of sense these days...as you can clearly See in my depiction of a maniacal grin...confusion is exuding from the crazed state of my inner core and sanctum.
By Novel Allen12 days ago in Poets
I got my first period at 11-years-old... I put on a pad just like I was told. When I told my dad, He grimaced and said,
By CT Idlehouse19 days ago in Poets
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide flushes by, covering everything in disappearing crystals of warm ocean. Iβm running, I think, and the spray clings to my ankles, obscuring my legs from the lens.
By Maura Bernstein12 days ago in Poets
Of course we're locked Into our sufferings, Said Cohen / Yet I've loved you of A love with no name And couldn't be
By M.12 days ago in Poets
One more day The tooth of time bites me but Damn I bite back . What do I need time for when the world is fighting wait until I strike back
By Henrik Hageland13 days ago in Poets
My mother said, after Indiaβs independence in the 1940s, jobs appeared, if someone passed high school, they were invited to hold office.
By Seema Patel19 days ago in Poets
β¨ Hi God, it's just me i'm calling out to You from the edge of myself the ledge of my secrets the hedge of Your grace
By Colleen Walters14 days ago in Poets
*** I have come to the realization that hesitation serves me like a switchblade to the jugular proving to be fantastically skilled at creating beautifully poetic censorship
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden14 days ago in Poets
