Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
There are times I've felt I wasn't a writer, moments of long pauses, voids when I didn't publish. Lamentably, my pen seemed unable to touch the paper,
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
My eyes float around the pharmacy indiscriminately There is motion both real and perceived I wonder if I should have been driving
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
a/n: This is pretty different from my usual stuff and I'm not very confident in it so please tell me if you like it or if I should delete it :)
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I think my blood exists only of loneliness, Sometimes it feels like these bones hold the world's gravity, and in a futile attempt to float,
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
adore me, of course but just respect me more, please plant my words, as seeds * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another in my "scratches in my mind" series. The links to the others can be found below.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Hello Mr. Shakur, it’s really good to meet you. Likewise, I’m honored just to be here and greet you. I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve come to you with questions.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
I suppose we'll make spaghetti for dinner tonight. Man, we're gonna eat spaghetti till next Sunday, alright! Sheesh
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Poets
This morning I woke one of four. Two above, one below, Junctions on an inverted tree, Twigs becoming branches, Spreading outwards to form new buds
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
Ferocious beast, why dost thou roar, when charging into the blue? Why not take up silently, as all mine brethren do? Little fluff, why dost thou whisper, when flight you take so true?
By Hannah Fichtner2 years ago in Poets
Nervous fingers ruffle unkept promises— Unkempt promises; thread by thread, Pulling them out for the bold truth to resurface.
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
I tore off your petals. Shoved them in my throat. I choked and choked and choked Until I managed to swallow down The poison in the pretty pink petals of you.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes Clouds at night look like crocodiles or maybe it's a dragon again visiting the sky and saying my name out loud into the night to fade away into a dream and dive back to its air consistency and water drops disappearing in each thoughts!
By Darkos2 years ago in Poets
