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

Grandmother Moon
The night you left us My world went dark My life as I knew it was over, gone A void was left, that can never be filled
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 months ago in Poets
The Haze
And if I caress the edges of your thoughts, Will you return in a fog like a lonely ghost, Hoping to haunt the bones of a lover you
By Silver Daux3 months ago in Poets
Am I a Poet Yet?
They say if you read enough poetry, you become a poet You learn how lines can lead And other ones follow How repetition gets a point across
By Tanya Lei3 months ago in Poets
Generation work
We were just seedlings Among majestic trees Tiny radicles and taproots Forging their way In the sterile dirt Because that’s all we had
By Maria A. Perez2 months ago in Poets
blood on my brain
there's a line a few in fact that i forget the relevance so resolute in my affliction i take a moment turn it into a lifetime
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
When Etna Breathes Fire
This week is one of introspection for many—on souls loved and lost. So, we pause to ponder the echoes of fire and ash. A volcano's eruption reminds us that even the strongest forces bear grief and must weaken to renew—and strengthen. The chaos reshapes land—and spirit.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Poets
Waxing & Waning. Honorable Mention in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
Image created by author. Time will sprint with laughter, but unhealing pain slows it to a whale’s pace, a crawl along ocean
By Alison McBain2 months ago in Poets
Quarry II. Honorable Mention in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
In the motion of it all The pieces of who I am all jitter, and shift hands - eyes - lips - mind - purpose all nervous, unstable,
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Stepping-Stone
“Soon, when all is well, you’re going to look back on this period of your life and be so glad that you never gave up.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
lune,
do you remember when i gifted a piece of you to my first love? a small plot by mare serenitatis (i wonder how many might own parts of you now?). the length of that relationship did not measure anywhere near the distance of our love, so we suffered greatly; burning bright, but oh so very brief. we'd look up, knowing wherever we were we looked upon you together, and we could feel each other.
By kp3 months ago in Poets
email exchanges with the moon
Re: Your Poem, Monday 9:12 pm The Moon to Me: ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I regret to inform you  your poem arrived too muddy with fingerprints
By Mesh Toraskar3 months ago in Poets
Memoir, Moon
I was born with too much you in me, thirty-six hours in labor and still she tried to hold on for four or more,
By Morgana3 months ago in Poets