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

Two Paths
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…” – Robert Frost Your heart makes my heart Sing a little song Your heart makes my heart
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
The Most Powerful Drug
Social media can be the most powerful drug on our planet. Once people use it consistently and excessively, they become conditioned
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Poets
Summer Bliss 💦
- Diving into a Pool of Love... I jumped head first, Using my eyes and not my mind. Proceeding Toward the deep limitation,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Praise, the LORD
"how can you write poetry and not like poetry?" she asked. "i don't know." "well, what is it you don't like?" "it seems detached to me. like something
By Dean F. Hardy3 years ago in Poets
Do You Ever?
Do you ever just sit Sit and wonder? Wonder about nothing Nothing at all All I have to say is Is that I'm glad for you
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Your Failed Masterpiece
Why did you chisel me down like a daydream mattered more than me, words leisurely sharpened on the whetstone of your tongue to shave away my Aphrodite stomach rolls,
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Hang It Up
On a cold blustery day, I took off my coat. Not a hanger I found, not even remote. I searched high and low, not one hung around,
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
Dear best friend
Dear best friend, Trust me, I know how this feels. When I was working on a short story for school about a character named Jack, he was mysterious to me. Revealing slowly his dark family trauma, it was difficult and I remember feeling like it was hard to relay... Much like John’s even more terrible past with her mother, but it truly is revealed for a reason.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Is My Name Persephone?
Is My Name Persephone? Picking flowers in the rain, I seek comfort in your blaze - the story seemed a fairytale, but was the death of me.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Puppet On A String
The camera lens may capture her beauty Yet it remains her steadfast confidant Never betraying the tears shed in secret. The film depicts her stature as steady, strong, and true.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews3 years ago in Poets
When Lilacs bloom
When lilacs bloom The world blossoms in beauty and magnificence When soft, pale, purple-violet hues unfurl into rich lilac splendor
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
Not Scared of Volcanoes
i could point out in details a list of things that give me the willies i could go on at great lengths re the intricacies of my sillies
By Bren3 years ago in Poets