Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Drown out this world for me, my love, until my ears are filled with nothing but splendor. Poets of yore have asked that our path be made as pleasant as a garden,
By S. C. Almanzar2 years ago in Poets
i have seen the way of the caterpillar starving for growth searching for nourishing nutrients the slow crawl of aching survival
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
***Listen to Jazzy read the poem in her podcast here. 🐚🐚🐚🐚🐚 One of many thousands A story told throughout time
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
The transformation symbolic of endurance lovely butterfly. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Butterflies beauty Love and rebirth symbolism
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
This scene is set in the imagined courtroom of the Gods; the highest court of universal justice which has never before been invoked. This is an unprecedented case. Both parties involved are extremely passionate.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Writing takes a lot of guts No matter how many times people scream free speech That phase of logic is impossible with writing
By Mattie :)2 years ago in Poets
I hollowed out my happiness for you and fed it to you on a silver spoon. I carved out my smile and sewed it to your face. I bled out all my healing and injected it into you, watching as it emptied from the intravenous drip like oxygen leaving a pair of lungs.
I know the right routine by now. Wake up, open up the blinds Let the morning light pour in And wash away what’s left behind
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
There are fairies at the bottom of the garden, down where the brambles grow wild and free. There is a tiny little door in the old oak,
By Lilly Cooper2 years ago in Poets
i searched the lonely backstreets of a thousand cursed cities all full to the very brim of their own emptiness wasted platitudes and cries
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
On my first morning walk after I moved from Banyo to Fitzgibbon, I took my journal to begin mapping my new terrain. My intension?
By Pauline Fountain2 years ago in Poets
Kill me with the truth. The lie is so sweet and tender. Runs down my spine like the lizard you are. The truth might be bitter fruit.
By EYHCS2 years ago in Poets
