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

it's always half past somewhere. Runner-Up in Inverse Challenge.
i fall it's half past too late the thick shades are drawn shut the air lingers heavy in the dim ray of light still trying to trickle through
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Forest Guardian
Walking among the trees Dressed in diaphanous silk A maiden in blue A Queen among her kind In a stately grace She stands in rosy innocence
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Just a Day in the Life
He dreams in mathematical equations amongst past lives, Absolving his decisions of future consequences, gifting relief, Guaranteeing a tomorrow of new beginnings,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
The Orchestra of Life
I have thought a lot about managing expectations of late. Of course, there has been a bit of frustration over them. Managing expectations is an enormous part of life. I feel the need to manage expectations of parents, students and colleagues as a teacher. There are expectations of us at work. Our families expect a lot from us. Of course, we expect a lot from ourselves.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Green Light
not easy to slow down or take a breath alone once in a while to turn off every annoying sound the green light is constantly
By Tyler Hawthorne2 years ago in Poets
Graveyard Boquet
Inspired by various alternative grunge and metal songs as well as the dark, depraved stories that I read more than I breathe, I decided to write a song that represents a blending of those two loves of mine. I am no musician, I bearly have a melody for this, but if anyone is interested I'd love to hear people make something of it for fun!
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Sonnet of Scorn for Sewanee Squirrels
Too many of them and not enough nuts, scavenging trash cans, an apple core toss sets them off, shooting out, rodent rockets,
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
Daffodils Dark Dripping Dank. Content Warning.
She stands there silent, not fifty meters from my post, dark daffodils dripping dank in her hands. . Staring blank.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Just Great
Everything is just great Don't try to convince me that Every waking moment is a struggle and Things won't ever get better
By Kiersten Weldon2 years ago in Poets
Spiraling
Darkness surrounding me There's no Light at the end of the tunnel I can see The world too heavy for my shoulders No longer is
By Meagan Dion2 years ago in Poets
Shells
You say we're just shells but I remember a time when love was our seed
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Drinking Windex Poisons Your Daughter
after you break the only window, chasing big city productions, I live where your grand yearning played
By A. Lenae2 years ago in Poets