Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Petti Sati
Sati (or suttee) is a chiefly historical Hindu practice in which a widow burns alive on her deceased husband's funeral pyre, either voluntarily, by coercion, or by a perception of the lack of satisfactory options for continuing to live. -Wikipedia
By Seashell Harpspring about 17 hours ago in Poets
Carved Initials On Tree
Our carved initials On a tree should always last Instead of fading
By Margaret Minnicksabout 18 hours ago in Poets
When You Left. AI-Generated.
You left like evening leaves the sky, without warning, without goodbye. The door was closed, but not my heart, it stayed behind where you tore apart.
By Rahul Sanaodwalaabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Caterpillar's Last Act
Caterpillar rests Comfortably on green leaf As its farewell act
By Margaret Minnicksabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Hammeretto Sour
The scent in the wind, amaretto breeze A man turns to find where the trail may lead Filling his nostrils, abrupt stopping freeze
By Seashell Harpspring about 19 hours ago in Poets
Nice guys
Ill gladly finish last if I must if it means I can be me I don’t see dating cuz they choosey why would I believe they’d choose me
By Quentin woodardabout 19 hours ago in Poets
meringue on my tongue
meringue on my tongue cool sun is lemon yellow today is the day
By Gerry Thibeaultabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Suspended Dawn
Kissing you deeply, I trace the gentleness of your face, And map the warmth of your chest, Lingering on the sculpted strength you hide so shyly.
By Archery Owl about 20 hours ago in Poets
Waking Up In a Bad Dream
airplanes overhead waking up in a bad dream moonlight on the bed
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout 20 hours ago in Poets
fragmentation
I am a jigsaw of broken glass Each piece on the verge of reach My fingertips graze the razor edges Leaving me with The wounds of wanting
By Mina Careyabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Not One Peaceful Morning
Has anyone else noticed not one morning has come gently, not one sunrise without sirens in the news, not one cup of coffee poured in stillness
By Tim Carmichaelabout 21 hours ago in Poets
I am...a Metaphor.
rising metaphor existing now in real time floating away...
By Novel Allenabout 21 hours ago in Poets