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

Bilingual Fantasies
The seat of this struggle lies in an unfamiliar search for the familiar straddles tongue and brain correspondent symbols of passion and reason
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Deadheaded
I flay the skin off my bones, because for years, every time the sun touched it you were by my side. I cut my tongue out, because all the words I spoke were not enough to make you stay and in the end it was bleeding from biting back the truth anyway. You are slowly killing me.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
Benediction or Banishment
Overwhelming urges are titrated messages vacuum-sealed in hygienic conditions more than likely whilst attentions were focused on some priority
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Shame and Hunger
Shame and hunger go hand in hand. The cold of the streets bit through me tonight, So I stepped into a pizza place for heat.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Poets
Loveliness
ladybugs swarm the front door knocking for an entity that won't answer. the noxious aroma of pyrazine emits a reminder that good luck can turn sour.
By Ashley Lima2 years ago in Poets
Fireworks & S'mores
I wish I could run barefoot through jade meadows of fairy-tales. Catch raindrops with sand-made pails, gather gravity in backpacks & harness
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Three Stages of a Productive Life
Birth’s first loudest cry. Seek to experience Joy, Depart with a Smile.
By Anthony Chan2 years ago in Poets
Cold snap
Would you catch me if I fall, Or would you even notice at all? Because I can't make up my mind, If you're indifferent or arsey or kind.
By Ellie Mayze2 years ago in Poets
Vocally Appreciative
Do you read then press the heart? Or do you press before you start? You heart because you know the name? Or heart unknown writers just the same?
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Happy Halloween
Casting a devils net To see what happens next Raising your single bet To see how much I get Snake eyes and double takes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Pen to Pad
If I am the discarder of my own happiness, then I can choose to cherish it and never let go. Making me a writer in my story.
By RP2 years ago in Poets
I Am Free, To Do As I Will
Free Verse: This form of poetry has been popular since the 19th century1. It is not bound by rules regarding rhyme or meter1. Free verse tends to follow the rhythm of natural speech2 and gives poets greater freedom to choose words without worrying about rhyme and rhythm2. Bing
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets