Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The trees dance gently in the breeze, their leaves are softly whispering, Are they trying to talk to me? Perhaps I should be listening.
By Hazel Rymell 2 years ago in Poets
Broken and battered at war with a storm Battling the elements to remain in this norm Afraid to move, afraid to forget
By J.C. Rebel2 years ago in Poets
13 years total 7 years lost. Many promises broken Many lines crossed You took advantage thinking time would always be there
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
As I stare over the cliffs into the water below, I ponder every moment I've ever lived. I wonder what it would feel like for my body to hit the water,
By Mae Flowers2 years ago in Poets
🦋 My handsome ways And Charming personality, Rendered you to despise me… Have not you took notice that Beautiful Things Are Not Perfect.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
It’s not quite thoughts keeping me up at night. I wish it were thoughts. Coherent, brilliant, captivating, beautiful thoughts. Alas it’s not that. No. It’s emotions. Wordless, yet stretching infinitely and smashing the character count to oblivion.
By NJ Reed2 years ago in Poets
you were passed down to me by my late Grandpa— an avid NYT crossword doer, a Virginia Tech engineer, a devout Jeopardy! watcher,
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Poets
Born of Huangdi legend, shaping the world from big bangs of Unstable combustible metal and deadly poisonous gas Symbol of wealth, loyalty, friendship, and love
By Stephanie J. Bradberry2 years ago in Poets
Calling planet Earth Do you hear me Earthling from my birth Solid rearing +++ Playing in the dirt Forming shapes with the mud
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
Math is really hard 5 is not less than or equal to 4 This is a haiku ---- Yes, I know line two is 10 syllables so this doesn't qualify as a haiku. But I say it is a haiku. Rules, schmules. Who cares about the rules?
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of of allergens, pollen and dust, Where breath goes awry and air doesn’t gust, There you stand, my vessel so quaint,
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Flour Power And Cereal Secrets Sacred to Ceres: Mysteries of the Grain in a kernel of corn [powder powder]. Oh this Chaos of flour powder and
By Rob Angeli2 years ago in Poets
