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

Paint Me!
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Sensations in Decline
Part I i made my body as numb as my mind ensuring that absolutely nothing would or will be felt i made my mind as empty as my soul
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Where do I go
My eyes have seen the allure of Green and gold. And the wonders it could do. And well my parents tried they’re best I’ve never much know what to do.
By Lane Burns2 years ago in Poets
O r p h a n
Over the rainbow and back again, every-time I meet my new Rent-A-Mom. Showering me with temporal love. Passing the same thing to another in a month.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Poems published by the Renard Press.
I have been privileged to have been published on three occasions by this fabulous independent press. I have received incredible support from the owner and editor Will Dady. Renard Press is a carbon neutral publisher and a vocal supporter of the LGBTQ+ community. Check out their books on https://renardpress.com.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets
Til Death Do Us Part
In the murmur of a dim-lit church, where incense clings to ancient prayers, we stood, crowned in glory, vowing in anxious whispers
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Fuamnach and Eoch
Who am I to stand in the way of romance? A mother, a wife, a goddess with power The shrew who couldn’t take being replaced
By Robyn Little2 years ago in Poets
Day's End
Wings arrow sunward piercing sapphire; bloody light slowly sieves to stars. . . Thank you for reading! This haiku is one in a collection:
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Poets
Day Break
Can I feel your rage this ‘rise, or is the beast within me still, while I sip my morning coffee and drown my wake-up pill?
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
Psychomachia
"Fragile. Handle With Care." You dropped my heart Cognizant it was made of glass I watched it descend in slow motion A careless mishap? A sabotage, mayhap?
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Blurry Outlines and Bad Words
I am caught in the teeth of the moderator, Stuck between their molars and making the King of censorship Chew on something they don't quite understand.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
National Lost Sock Memorial Day
On May 9th, we mourn our socks. Vanishing to interdimensional portals Created by our washing machines and dryers Stolen by furry or feathered fiends
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Poets