Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Introduction This is just a silly villanelle for today May 4th, also known as Star Wars Day. The music is the "Star Wars Theme" by Big Daddy who you can read more about here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
My home Is your home You once told me So I made it my own. But today, Our lives Have switched. This princess, Who left the castle of her parents
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
If I make it that far, you can pose the question; to ask me in December is just a suggestion. * If I ask you to tell me more,
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Ask me in December, when the trees lose their green, the birds fly far away, and the forests fall asleep. Ask me, when no one's around
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Distance What is the distance between you and me? Is it beliefs, an island or the sea, Distance is what we create through the passage of experiences, emotions or transparency, or not as the case maybe.
By Robert Rawson 2 years ago in Poets
we all slum it in the end even when we turn dirt to gold refuse to do what we're told turn gold to dirt refuse to do
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I have cut my hands On the silhouette of your name For a year now ❀ You got my letter My question My plea Fed it to the fire
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
I will not smash your car up although the thought did once occur I will not post the truth on socials and then block you.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Have you persisted at tasks or relationships, though the labours hardly bore fruit? We hang on to things that no longer serve any purpose because we have an attachment to them.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
If Time had wandered weary in And sat him down to drink, And whispered in his weary voice "I have no time to think", I'd take my father's face to mine
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
I’d always placed you on a pedestal. Incredible you were--your castle glimmered in the sky. I was always stagnant as I watched you there:
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
there is no escape from cement-bourne memories habits forced deep into genetics until they blend forwards with the self a cage familiar yet no less daunting
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
