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

My Beautiful Enigma
whisper a sweet serenade in my ear as your words cascade down my body like a waterfall of poetry drenching me, claiming me
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Next Tide
these waves of depression are pounding my shores relentlessly until cessation and then nothing until the next tide
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Orwellian Scenario
A farmer Breeding goats and sheep for County fair in May Decided they will learn to speak before the Labor Day.
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Lego My Leggings
Social media, a TikTok obsession unsound influence meets mass appeal female faction, one girl’s confession markets beauty
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
All Black Creation
Afeni Shakur made a revolution cool. Booker T. Washington had our minds in school. Claudette Colvin was a gold medalist for civil rights.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Burn
the love you feel is a measure of you not him your character your courage your heart its infinite capacity you are divine
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
Terra Firma
After the rain, they came before the fold: chariot-drawn stags diving deep beneath her elden rings, forged in flames greater than gilded gods, and
By J2 years ago in Poets
Scriptum Amor
“You can make anything by writing.” --C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters, 1942 Can anyone be made by writing? If, simply by means of humble scribbling
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Play Me A Song
Rich brown wood hues, edges worn smooth by gentle hands over the ages, the strings taut- the most beautiful music can only come from tension. Without it, the strings would have no ability to sing. The bow , straight and curved, separate yet connected to the voluptuous vessel that it ignites into song.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I wanted to write you a love letter. Runner-Up in Abecedarian Challenge.
All the letters in the world—infinite Scrabble blocks begging to be arranged into poetry. Still, I fall mute— cannot claw my way out of igneous overwhelm to
By Paris Rosemont2 years ago in Poets
26 Squiggles . Runner-Up in Abecedarian Challenge.
Alphabet: 26 squiggles By which my every thought Coalesces into meaning. Deep in the brain, the squiggles Evoke concepts through language,
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Poets
At the Stonewall Inn, You Held My Hand
At the Stonewall Inn, you held my hand. "Babe," you said, Clutched tightly to my skin, Digging your nails in. Ever so slightly you faltered,
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets