Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Palo Verde
Many out there might be still calling it a yellow flower, if they happen to lift their gaze, from the phone screen. I can’t.
By Seema Patelabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Tubes of Play
Sitting high in the play place tubes, was my top spot with a stuffed toy, Such joy I am too big for, it's true, As I smile at those who can still enjoy.
By Seashell Harpspring about 17 hours ago in Poets
Ladies of Eden
Lately, my Spotify go to songs have been from the Ladies of Lilith Fair, so Lilith has been in my head. I don't feel like this is my final draft, but I am stuck. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Hush, Hush
Beliefs that never served me well, With people who didn't wish me best. When happiness was a distant ringing bell, This time can fully lie to rest.
By Seashell Harpspring about 18 hours ago in Poets
An Ode to Sleep Paralysis and Her Wicked Ways
She is a crisis, she sits in my room. Whittling the time away at 2am as I'm thrust down by unknown forces, - wringing my being between here and there -
By Annie Kapurabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Stay Human
Stay human. Stay hungry for the real. In a world of Fake food, Fake news, Fake followers, And fake views.
By stone petoskey about 18 hours ago in Poets
Choose the Glimmer
There are acts of kindness we cling to. Sadly, hatred waits in the queue. “I’m Jen” posts sometimes positive every day.
By Mary Haynesabout 19 hours ago in Poets
karma
today i choose peace revenge was poisoning me karma will get him
By Tina D. Lopezabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Father . Content Warning.
scum loathe detest no love sown a fucking rapist daddy--first man i would hate ************************************************************
By Tina D. Lopezabout 19 hours ago in Poets
The People In Charge . Top Story - March 2026.
The people in charge of us are all assholes, A result of corruption by ultimate power. We’ve handed Them free reign over the controls,
By J. Otis Haasabout 19 hours ago in Poets
A Children's book
The thin book you must open To find what still is there A glimpse of what is waiting Memories of four wooden chairs The smell of Saturday morning.
By Raine Fielderabout 19 hours ago in Poets
When We Were Young
**Verse 1** When we were young, we danced in the light, Chasing our dreams, everything felt so right. But time moves on, like shadows at dusk,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 20 hours ago in Poets