Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Rainy Morning Haze
The sky is full of clouds, like my mind. The ground is slippery, like my thoughts. The rythem of the rain takes me away to somewhere else grey.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Mantra: Mindful Motivational Meditation
Having the Blues? Repeat this magical mantra of healing daily > . . . . . . . Mindful Motivational Meditation . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . Mindful Motivational Meditation . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .. . . . . . . . . Mindful Motivational Meditation . . . . . . . . ......... ............ ............ .................................... . . . . . . . . . . .
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONSabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Ah, Manuel
Beneath a sickly, dusky moon, the white sand flows. The fractal clouds were named forgotten in oblivion long ago. The tides and waves cannot control what they say.
By Manuel C.about 8 hours ago in Poets
He Knew My Brother
Verse 1 I walked in his house on a dark quiet night, Two carved twins were standing by the fire. He didn’t know their story or their name,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Lessons for Understanding
Understanding is the purpose. 📚✏️🧠🔍📖🎓 This poem is about teaching and clear speech. That lessons are for understanding, not admiration.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Love in Low Tide
A person who brings you peace and gentleness is more precious than one who only offers passionate gestures. Peace doesn't mean the absence of emotion; rather, true affection is quiet. It is not the kind that loudly proclaims its devotion, but a silent, understated love—one that involves keen observation, understanding your thoughts, and providing what you truly need.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 10 hours ago in Poets
When the Anaphylaxis Struck
I was visiting beautiful Glacier National Park. it should have been the trip of a lifetime. in many ways, it was, but not fully.
By Seema Patelabout 12 hours ago in Poets
My Time is Sacred
Human life is brief, for some, it is even shorter. Everybody deserves to dance to their own tune, justify their own time.
By Seema Patelabout 12 hours ago in Poets
As if
as if I understood what though who love is, was, will be I inlove, What kind of tissue dresses her what kind of blood through her
By Dianaabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Hands
With both of my hands tied, I played my hand the cards splayed out — fate — four twos, abysmal, useless.
By Reece Beckettabout 12 hours ago in Poets
How will it end?
We’re halfway through a show I begged you to watch and I’m beginning to think it’s not up to me anymore. Not the tv rotation but maybe everything else. It’s all been laid out and kneaded and covered with saran wrap and you’re not supposed to wake it up too early for risk of eczema or whatever the bread equivalent is and does it even matter when all I could ever want is right in front of me? Days are passing like overloaded shipping containers and not one of them has my name on it. There’s no room for me anyway. My fingers aren’t strong enough to hang on since the incident. But where do I want to go? I’m right where I want to be and I’m not here at all. The frames on the walls are just out of place and my arms feel weaker than they did last week and I just don’t know if this is my decision to make or if it’s already been spelled out and erased and rewritten a thousand times. We’re inching closer to an ending with every sun that rises and sets. I don’t know where it goes when it’s not shining in my eyes. I don’t know what to do with the me that’s sitting right here. Are you watching? How do you think it ends?
By Olivia Dodgeabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Dear Father
So much has happened these years that I am lost in constant fear I know I shouldn't question you but its hard to see the truth
By Quentin woodardabout 13 hours ago in Poets