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

The Calm of the Sea. Content Warning.
Hypnotically rhythmic, Pushing steadily shoreward, Swells timed perfectly. Rising. Falling. Placidly gliding ahead, Keeping the pace,
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Looped.
Of course I've moved on. You have too, right? I don't want to speak to you any more. I wish you would call sometime. What did I ever do that was so terrible?
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Poets
Textures of Memories
Smooth, silky leaves hang on a willow tree. Playing below, my sister and me. Brushing beautiful blonde hair on a Palamino.
By Cathy Deslippe2 years ago in Poets
A Waveless Lake. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
Awakened with the morning sun to the soft, silken touch of my mother’s arms, I swam with summer on a waveless lake. I’ve glided through winter’s glossy river on blades of shimmering steel,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
This is Mine
i'm in love with the lisp i am a part of the lie (i tell myself) my words begin to revolt at the end of my tongue this is my impediment
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
You
Seeping into my pores The smell of your sweat Soaking into me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Potpourri Or Poopourri
Smooth move, ex-lax - You think you’re smart No wait, relax That’s not a fart Those meds will help If you can’t poop
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The elegance and painful reverie of “smooth”
i soak up the leather Of my mother’s heels It feels like the very edge of the bed, where the darkness follows me in my deep brain waves, and I sense the monster inside
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Thank You Fall
Thank you Fall for a ravishing season packed with aromatic, spicy goodness, mind-soothing moments at the local recreation trails,
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
Polished And Calculated. Content Warning.
The wound did burn As if it was open flesh That pierced right through My very being When the one Called friend Took the very trust
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
Mark the Calendar
Mark the calendar because it's been another day, and I think we can make it. * Remind me, even without words,
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Shout It Out
As rules are made to be broken Words are made to be spoken Yet the majority remain silent As the minority remain violent
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets