Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The spellbooks say to sever a bond I need candles and string my mother says I need a lawyer the bank says I need your signature or you need mine
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
I wrote your name in the stars last night. I smiled, and waved hello. I cried until my heart felt right. I dried your tears with love.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
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By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
my illness keeps me thin tap water keeps me docile i don’t get horny anymore and nowhere near as hostile i can't eat what i want anymore
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
When your heart breaks, You know it will never fully heal. A wound in the heart isn’t like that in your arm It bleeds not blood but the core of your identity.
By Stella Yan PhD2 years ago in Poets
Silver etches her silhouette On my balcony As she looks up at The stars, gold hair glows A halo around Her face, lovely, full
By Bex Jordan2 years ago in Poets
Read me a bedtime story? Pleeeeease? Just one? I would if I could, Love. Come tuck me in, Momma? The darkness is endless. Endless and cold.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
“I made the toads hop, the witches skip, and the monkeys dance to the persistent crank of the organ grinder, which played a melancholy tune that falls outside their hearing range. Life is strange, but I am even stranger… ever the stranger.”
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
"Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth. It enables us to perceive life as a beautiful dream between one awakening and another." Kahlil Gibran
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Poets
“I guess you meant what you said.” He sputtered as he spoke. “You mean, that I wished you were dead?” As she took a drag off her smoke.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
“I mean, I don’t even know where to start” “Try the beginning” “But where is that?” “Not at the end” “Do you want us to depart?”
By Jess Boyes2 years ago in Poets
How warm and reassuring waiting is Delay, deliberation, second thought Supply a shield against that dreadful quiz When the pressure to act cannot be fought
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
