Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
my wife started scrapbooking, collecting pictures from before us and since us and from now and from then and then gluing them in a spiral-bound sketchbook to
By kp2 months ago in Poets
I was born to rivers— Tennessee—steady and slow, my headwaters, source of everything gentle in me. Mossy Creek, small and certain,
By Sara Little2 months ago in Poets
Do you remember that time when you waded out into the bay Until the sea cooled your ribs and the shore receded? You struck out, from turquoise to deep blue,
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Poets
You are worth every aching bone in my body, every scar on me Every grief that drags along my feet, every “what if” that didn’t turn out to be
By Ecarg Nosive2 months ago in Poets
The fire began in silence A spark against years of pain Each betrayal stacked like timber Each cruelty fed the flame 🔥🔥🔥
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Poets
Careful how you draw me— I’ll take your shabby sketch and fill it in with all of my colors and textures, flesh it out, stretch it out, make your idea of me
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
not gonna wallow, holdin' my head high scowl, roll your eyes, it won't lessen my pride seen bad things in my time, aint gotta lie
By John Cox2 months ago in Poets
Perhaps this scene, from the cozily rocking eastbound train, of the juvenile sleet clouds tentatively stretching their wings,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 months ago in Poets
Welcome to my archives of my own photography. No AI No nothing. No video. No song. Just out of MY mouth of archives and the ocean.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
* Forever I’ll keep, forever I’ll cherish the songs that you sang to me under my favourite yellow-plum tree. Forever I’ll keep, forever I’ll cherish.
By Cristal S.2 months ago in Poets
Little things are the best, it’s the simple times, we remember - better than the rest. Lazy days when there’s no hurry,
By Rasma Raisters2 months ago in Poets
You are inside of me, Your influence wrapped around My psyche like a vise; You molded, made So much of who I am today.
By Bex Jordan2 months ago in Poets
