Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
My Love of mine You make me wish I could rewind time. So, I could have you in every moment, every memory. You have no idea back then how much someone like you would’ve meant to me.
By Gia Saint2 years ago in Poets
I don’t care if you’re my friend, my family member, my neighbour, or my idol; everyone is my valentine. Love comes in different sizes,
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
There is so much love That everyone has for you That people use you To take and take and take They take through you even
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Photo by Cottonbro studio on Pixabay I should text my friends about this Something might happen If we leave this bar now
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
You and I are tragedy; a drama I simply don’t believe you give me everything, and that the fantasy of “us” can be for deep, deep down, I see
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
~ She wishes not to wake up. Not to wake up from this lucid dream where the sounds of her own private wars are echoing the battles of men before her and near her.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
I met a shiny unicorn who fell out of my ass. I didn’t mean for it to happen, thought it was just gas. So now I’ve got this creature, who stinks from head to toe,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
I can’t believe I turned out mean It’s not the way I’m meant to be The rudest man you’ve ever seen Most haven’t seen the likes of me
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
We should give up You can’t say this is still worth saving You can still love the desert’s deadly sun but The rivers are gasping
By Dane BH2 years ago in Poets
So many reasons not to take a swim; maybe, you’ll drown in a pool of pleasures; a deep pool that untethers you from him; that uncouples all the standard measures
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
Your brilliance, your wise advice, your guidance, your love, the support you gave, oh how I crave that again, just like any child would.
By Jess Boyes2 years ago in Poets
Actually, being a little out of control is not the worst thing in the world. Derangement brings some excitement—and besides, as E.E. said,
By Jane Black2 years ago in Poets
