Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Cool It!
Living in a sauna is hideous Zest, zip and zing belong to yesterday Energy sap is so insidious. * Breathing hot, humid air is torturous
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 12 hours ago in Poets
Static Hymns for a Dismantled Sky
The white dove hangs suspended above a world that has already ended, its wings spread wide yet motionless, feathers luminous against the bruise of sky,
By Diane Fosterabout 13 hours ago in Poets
When Sleep Failed
Today is World Sleep Day, which stresses the importance of rest. Sometimes, he eludes us, and we call on him. Because - Sometimes, he passes, unnoticed.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Making Room for Better Things
The harder it is to let go, the more you need to face the truth. Often, we cling to things not because they are truly worthwhile, but because we have invested too much, waited too long, and nurtured too many fantasies.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Thaw. Top Story - March 2026.
We used to mock the liquid Looking down from our frosty blue parapets Impervious to doubt and pain Clean and pristine as an original idea
By D. J. Reddallabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Father, Hello
Father, hello. But I was remiss to understand-- for decades after your surmise-- A gay son? What kind of man are you?
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 15 hours ago in Poets
F. I. T. H.
there are no pills or treatments for the symptoms you exhibit maybe you need a shovel and a hole i mean really…can you dig it
By Brenabout 15 hours ago in Poets
an explosion outside. Content Warning.
I wake up to an explosion outside thin walls rumbling and cracking under pressure. - My tired body falls out out of bed
By Reece Beckettabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Screwing Him with the Word
In the beginning, his name was Nameless. In the end, his name was Adam. All that was left was the void of the Middle. So, fruit me your rib, seed inside my slits, jaw my rattling body.
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Within This Bizarre Planet of Ours
Within our world, this strange, spinning place, where beauty and madness share the same breath, we wake each day to stories that don’t make sense.
By Gloria Penelopeabout 18 hours ago in Poets
I miss you
I miss those sparkling greens eyes that would look deep inside me, that smile that made me want you the first time, Your touch of your hand with mine when we’d hold them close to each other
By Jennifer lindquistabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Split Signal
Two voices living in the same skin, one calls it truth, one calls it sin. One stays quiet, one screams loud, one stands alone, one needs a crowd.
By shallon gregersonabout 19 hours ago in Poets