Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Your fountain pen heart Bleeding warmth onto my soul In cursive kisses - Your strong, dextrous hand Sparks hormonal attachment
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
dear favorite Tree, we are both written into the memoir of time– although i’m a flicker in the span of your life, your existence and mine are intertwined.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
I could drown inside the ocean flowing along the curves and swells painted across your shorelines taste the saltwater of your skin,
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
the silkiness of you a pink petal from my body more bright and beautiful than any other part of me your newness my little drift of warm, untouched snow
By Sam The Doula (Blooming Miracle)2 years ago in Poets
Trigger warning: This is dark, but you said you wanted me to publish it. I'm still not so sure, but here it is: November 22, 2023
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
They say love isn’t real Somewhere I felt I belonged. The words sprayed on a boarded wall Where a door once stood. They say love isn’t real
By Sergio Muro2 years ago in Poets
I dream the same dream. In different places, and different stories, you always come. And when you do, I crumble. But the beginning is the same
By Penelope Jane2 years ago in Poets
Below is my entry into Paul Stewart's Most and Least Favourite Words Challenge. Here's his link. Join in. ---- Paul gave us all a challenge.
the skies greyed the winds chilled the thunder came the storm blew in and all i could do was be my lightning rod self
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Looking to dry the tears in your eyes, but it's nowhere for free Do you know I miss your mind? I'm glad you are talking to me
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
I want to eat breakfast with you in the park, where we slept all night. I’d rather that, than spend a night in a swanky Paris hotel
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Alone, I stand in this vast expanse, A solitary figure in a silent dance. No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Invisible walls, my heart's austere.
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
