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

teeth. Content Warning.
Can you feel it? Like thousands of ants running down your skin Like hot oil pushing through your veins Like swallowing concrete
By Trinity H2 years ago in Poets
The value of a human life. Content Warning.
What is the value of a human life? It must be high, because we don't have the rights to ourselves. I can't kill myself, that would be selfish. ___ loves me too much to bear that, i'm told. Not to mention ___, and ___, and ___, and ___ and ___ and ____ and any number of ___'s who assign me as theirs.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
Affinity
I could pack a bag at moment's notice With those run away with me eyes And the corners of your lips Wherein lies the hope I thought I’d lost.
By Annaise2 years ago in Poets
Presence
Sweetheart, may I? Endearments feel strange on my tongue I always wanted to be called honey, or hon But releasing it from my stomach of butterflies
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Poets
east coast
if you tell me where we're going then i'll tell you where i went after the marathon. you won't like it. i did. you sent me like an orphan to the countryside in wartime, you wouldn't look me in the eye so i did, in the mirror: teeth bared, never flossing.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Poets
Lethal Home Etiquette
You left the door open after three days, a slight chill a cool breeze that bit my skin. * After a month, snow flurries covered the entrance,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The Spark
Under warm blankets, Comfort spawns a hollowness, My antagonist A new light of spring, May this sequestration birth
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Paul Stewart- The Accidental Poet
Ever since Paul Stewart posted about publishing his book on Amazon, I have been meaning to read it. Life has been busy lately and I haven't been able to squeeze much time in for reading. However, I made it a point to grab the Kindle version yesterday and finally get down to it.
By Sara Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Goodbye
Apprehension kept pulling on my shirt just like a little kid. I was scared to let you go, but not anymore. Beneath this persona I allowed you to
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
S.A.D.
that it will bloom again in spring if my soul sheds its smile cannot distract me from feeling, as the trees shed their leaves,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Adventures beyond
Another day on the road and I barely know where my head starts and my heart ends. Comprehending the sheer freedom of
By Emmy B2 years ago in Poets
Complicated Love. Content Warning.
You were ready for me But I cannot say I was ready for you Yet I gave you my body Fearing I might lose you So small and fragile
By Kate Gall2 years ago in Poets