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

Flowers
On the day that I died, I felt a sensation like floating through the air. A strange feeling; my mood had changed. I no longer had a care.
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
Threads Of Hope In A Tattered World
Let me shelter you from the universal fiery shout, My tired umbrella has become as tattered as the ozone layer without a doubt.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Part Twenty Nine
the holes that slept with never kept it together wept forever are held together by a cloth made of pure patchwork wishes
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Humble Pie
Every writer since Shakespeare has to eat humble pie. When I see this man's vision, his universal scope Really, how's it possible to compete with this guy?
By PK Colleran2 years ago in Poets
Dance Beneath the Moonlight
Dance beneath the moonlight on the beach A chance for romance, chance to be free Of love's power and endurance let us teach
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Hiraeth. Content Warning.
the cracked burst of blood shot through the beautiful morning air. The swan lay dying, dying Dropped and drooped, long white neck against her watery nest.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Neverlution
Incongruities, deceptive Unite unseen In between But most come out defective . Of the countless thousands and millions
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Plot Armor
I just heard Dave Chappelle telling a tale that made the difference between dreamer and dream Perfectly clear, for he invited his listeners to recognize that, simultaneously, each of us is the author, narrator and protagonist of one story
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
p o e t i c a
In the care of a poet’s weathered hands, submerge in euphonious prosody, scrolled from the depths of mystery— from the seed of lyrical philosophies, cranial blooms expand.
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Lions-gate Portal . Content Warning.
Sacred Portal Initiation Fuck the fire out of me. Let me be primal. Let me be in sacred sexual rage. Hold me and be a safe protector to all that wants to be released from my body. Let me scream and explode and die and be reborn and hold space for that eruption within me.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy172 years ago in Poets
The Mighty Flowing Water
Oh, the mighty flowing water Your flow is ever smooth Everything crashes around you You fall from higher cliffs effortlessly
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Poets
She's My Babushka. Content Warning.
The old lady paced about and looked at the clock Two am and she couldn't sleep, so she rocked. She thought of her Babushka, the doll she had carried
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets