Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
He loves me so much I know because he kissed me Then he kissed Suzy ______________________________ Oh my, Hi Michael How have you been this past year?
By Theresa Marie Cain2 years ago in Poets
until i said no. when never again really meant so. and i took back that peace. because who. do. you. think. You. are.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Why will it not fit? Why won't the damn kettle fit? Milk goes in the fridge. * No matter the force No matter the damn angle
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Your hair, straw inside, but aglow within a summer ray. The memory of summers spent outside in chlorine hoses, water park meetups, and slip n slide splashes, sunlight bleaching whiter shine into the strands your mom cut in the kitchen.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
yesterday’s bullets instead of shooting her down, became poetry
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
I tick, tock, this little clock. Awoken by the same relentless day. Colder rays, calendar crosses each away. Wonder and excitement left long, arm in arm, long gone.
By Mark R. Cieslak2 years ago in Poets
I've been crying too much Pretty soon my eyeballs will turn to dust I'll bleed if I hold my tongue I have to tell you You are the embodiment of love
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
EVERY WORD MATTERS 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 Awareness is flaring around the world 🌎 of not-so-perfect Boys and Girls…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
On a serene; cloudy August afternoon, I received a taste of something nasty- fright It was the kind of smack that wouldn’t leave
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
I think I am a narcissist, I have all I'd wish to know, I have love, and I have joy, And still the wanting grows. ... Praise dangles sweet from fingertips,
By Amelia2 years ago in Poets
There are thoughts piling in my mind, even when my words don't escape in hasty breaths. I've lived so many lives in just one body
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
I slipped and stumbled. Fell on my bun, not in Nile. Brown streak back of jeans. Author's notes: Written for the Snafu Senyru Challenge.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
