Most recently published stories in Poets.
I remember mornings when sunlight spilled over dirt roads, when possibility filled every conversation, and voices carried trust, not suspicion.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Poets
At night, when everything goes quiet, why does your mind get louder? The room feels full even when I’m alone. I stop moving— but something doesn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya a day ago in Poets
You’re Not Dead, So How Can You Haunt Me? You sit there breathing, I hear it, slow, steady, real, Yet every room bends when you enter, like memory gone wrong,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
eat the sun, eat her whole— the most powerful force in our universe, healer and destroyer . encircle her, blind her with your body—
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
RAIN the wind was howling * I listened in the darkness to the thunder as it roared. The lightning then lit up the sky in a flash both bright and broad.
By Margaret Brennana day ago in Poets
It returns like air you didn’t ask for, like salt left on your tongue after the storm has passed, sliding into the hollow
By Miss. Anonymous🌻a day ago in Poets
Spirit Reader? Are You A Witch? They lean in when you speak, half afraid, half needing, Their questions heavy with things they will not say aloud,
The sun has risen on a new day. Life will go a new way. Morning light has won my heart over and it’s okay to start over. The broken pieces of yesterday don’t need to be puzzled back together.
By Joe Pattersona day ago in Poets
I kept trying to explain that I am never with children !? I kept trying to explain that travelling around the world makes NO sense if I see the same !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Dungeons and Murders Beneath the stones where time forgets, a hollow breath begins to crawl, the dungeon walls are slick with grief,
On this Sunday morning, I was sitting in the backyard, soaking my skin in sunlight, basking in the fragrance of jasmine,
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
a fine as spokes without wheels is joy to this seat of this car a vine the man, because labored them them away... and now probablayyy
By K.A. Smitha day ago in Poets
