Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The tips of your hair soak up Your spine melts at the vision of me, you want to tell me everything; show me everything about this world as if I haven’t lived,
By Ella Valentine2 years ago in Poets
On a warm evening, a boy about nineteen, on a broken canoe, was enjoying the beauty, of the last dive of the sun.. Then suddenly,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
Saturday morning hit Hit the school bells, please. I want to split Split the air and hurry home Home where Mama’s prepared lunch
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
petals unfurl, penetrating the ground emerging through once stifled soil piercing the frozen grip of winters crown waking beauty displayed to be found
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
What is love without hurt? What is faith without doubt? What's laughter without pain? What's moving on without being stuck?
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
There is great purpose in suffering and man's toil... I'll figure it out. ~ ~ Character grows strong
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Wild coast of sun-kissed skin Glittering sea at dusk Darling swirling a grin Bang lit moon, take a spin Bare-skinned adventuresome Saltwater swim of sin
By Musings of a Muse2 years ago in Poets
Where do I begin, but with an apology if I was not the daughter you had hoped for or wanted me to be. Then you sent a birthday card.
By NJ2 years ago in Poets
A bowl full of letters brothy and warm curing the soul down to the bone Enjoying the alphabet from A to Z gathering of figures
By B2 years ago in Poets
Breathe in. It hurts, I know. You feel the pain pulsing in your rib cage, spilling over the edges of your day and pooling at the bottom of your gut.
By Mezmur2 years ago in Poets
Chemicals in a can. There's no tagline about containing Real Cheese Because there's no semblance Of anything real, And to say so would be a lie,
By Rachel Hannah Fendrich2 years ago in Poets
Yellowish colors painted in a vanilla sky, demons portrayed in recollections Brush strokes of Monet, karma calling home, horizons bleeding with sins
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
