Top Stories
Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Prose of The Fool
The first step is the hardest. Could it be because there’s no more land beneath your feet after that first step? The dog is barking with urgency, while your heart is beating with passion, and your foot hovers over a ledge taunting gravity and fate. Calling you The Fool isn’t an insult to your bravery nor an applause. You are pure adrenaline, you are the heart falling into the stomach, the stomach jumping into the throat. You might be naive or tired of everyone calling you what you’re not. You’re just The Fool facing this new beginning that may have been by Chance, but that’s no reason to pass it up.
By Kris Leliel4 years ago in Poets
'The Princess Saves Herself in This One' by Amanda Lovelace
I am usually attracted to the cover, the synopsis, or even the author's name, when I choose a book to read. Then there are other times, when I choose a book by reading the first three sentences on the first page. However, Amanda Lovelace's poetry collection's title was the one that did it this time. the princess saves herself in this one.
By Aarushi Shetty5 years ago in Poets
Her
She was a borderline fanatic searching for the smallest of details, that seemed to but warm her heart. A relentless girl longing to find a way of keeping alive, as everyday she grasped tighter and tighter to that leash of what it was to live beyond her own mundane and repetitive schedule.
By Fatima Elmusbahi5 years ago in Poets
Before the Rice Plant Becomes
There is an undeniable parallel between the history of rice and skin colour. It reminds us that darkness equates to filth, and this is stems from classism. Brown rice had a history of being cheap pig food. Evidently, it became unfathomable for humans to consider eating something meant for a farm animal.
By Lenora Huỳnh5 years ago in Poets
Stop a Bullet with a Poem
Stop A Bullet with A Poem If I could stop a bullet with a poem I would. If I could save one life with a poem I would. I’d throw each word like a disk or a shield aiming straight at bullets from 45s and 22s that has black, white, and brown families singing the blues, singing the blues.
By Christopher Sims6 years ago in Poets