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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

Followed Footsteps
Tides can come and go For they belong to the moon But what’s your excuse? *** No more safe harbor I took a page from your book
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Poets
Sunbreak Clouds
Sunbreak, brilliant blue supplants the dark. Smoky stratus wisps trail and sketch the atmosphere, Nature’s skyward spoor.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
My poems do not rhyme
My poems do not rhyme They cascade in a tumble of unkempt words Thoughts tangle and can not be Unraveled and sorted so easily
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Fake News
A poem written by me in 2020, as I was discovering my evolving sexuality later in life, amidst the chaos that unfolded that year. This is a swirl of a conversation between both myself, as well as the discourse around ignorant people who are intolerant to queer folks. For most of us, understanding our queerness and owning it can come with a lot of guilt and shame.
By Ashley Antunesabout a year ago in Poets
Burning Bridges
You’ve accused me of burning bridges, but you handed me the match. The fires of all your betrayals, are what caused the match to catch.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets
I Thought I’d Moved Past This
When the lonely lingers And my doubts arise The fear remembers Every scar that I hide Highlighting emotions I’ve kept shoved way down deep
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Demographic Shift
Do not believe them Life is actually long The best parts are brief
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Perpetual Dance....
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." Friederich Nietzsche I weave a dance of madness not yet defined
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Poets
HOLD SHIFT TO RUN
I hook a carrot to lead the ass (I’m the ass in this example) And do what I do until Like Balaam’s It talks back
By Aaron Morrisonabout a year ago in Poets
Cardigans
I don't have one, A cardigan that smells vaguely like a grandfather. I don't have one of those either, A grandfather. And people who do not have and cannot have...they steal.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Just let go
When the waters get choppy and it feels like you can't catch your breath, it's okay to stop swimming. They taught us that in swim class-
By F Cade Swansonabout a year ago in Poets
I See A Bit of Sunshine
I finally let it all out. All the tears, all the sadness That I have kept inside. I told you I'm done I cannot take anymore pain
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets