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

new world
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
Turning Pages of Life
Life’s like a book — some parts are good, others not so much. Still, keep turning the pages; you might find the best chapter next. If someone hurts you, choose to forgive or just let it be, but never change who you are for them.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Infidelity. Content Warning.
engulfed in her, seaweed hair buffed secular friction between her unibrow. Etched with intoxicating finesse. Camel molars winced crooked in her mouth as she relaxed her tongue,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Writing is my Addiction
Writing is my addiction. I don’t see it as an affliction even though it continues in repetition. I have to write everyday. Life holds no real sense of glory unless I’m in my writing closet crafting a story.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
The Body Wanes
Even now, I think about your vulnerable waxing, clinging to us with a bold strobe-light, spotlight, nestling your tragedies
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
Ask Me In December
Ask me in December If I love you And I will close my eyes and smile I will take my time before I speak I will breathe you in like a candle of pine
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Try These
How carefully some choose the right footwear Occasion, mood, height, weight, color and style Collapse the search parameters; they care
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Turning
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” turns to “I don’t know what to do with you,” turns to “I don’t know,”
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
I Should Have Asked For Better
Here is Bab's unofficial challenge piece: *** I kept asking for December because it's the only time I remembered the season matched my state of mind
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
The Meeting Place
The sky is a brilliant topaz blue; not a cloud in sight. There is a gentle breeze warmed by the overhead sun. A faint tinkling sound, like delicate glass windchimes is carried on the breeze.
By J. Delaney-Howe2 years ago in Poets
Trapped With A Neurodivergent Mind
I did not ask to be this way, to live with the reminder that I am always going to be different. It's like a prison and I'm doing my life sentence.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
To the Stars
Evanescence has two faces—but none can be seen. Cast your spells. Do. I won't intervene. Loosen your grip. Lose your head. Let it go.
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets