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

In the Maze of Her Mind
The lady with the curious mind Wanders lost, searching for a sign Of the brilliance she left behind ≈≈≈ Her memories, like threads, unravel
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
I Want To Be A Little Bad
Sometimes: I want to run with scissors. I want to break the rules. I want to tell some people where to go and kick them in the jewels.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Poultry in motion Haiku
A reading from Professor Bird's new book. 'Works of poultry' Quack, Whistle, Caw, Tweet Chirp, Shrill, Warble, Whinny, Screech
By JBaz3 years ago in Poets
Running
It runs with no feet And hands that have never clapped Clocks personified
By Keys Will3 years ago in Poets
My Ancestors
I see you aging… Back curled from the loads you’ve held… Still marching, for me…
By Alexis Dean Jr.3 years ago in Poets
Memories Sweet, Reality Sour?
Eggs, sugar, butter, flour Always sweet, never sour Plain, dusted, or dripping with frosting Soft, fluffy, decadent, and comforting
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Tender Grasses Softly Wave
Before you read, I recommend putting on your favorite haiku ambient music. I recommend the Forgotten Song by Ilan Eshkeri and Shigeru Umebayashi from the Ghost of Tsushima soundtrack. You can find it linked below.
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Poets
Token Black
Perhaps you thought this should be a rap about how much I love being Black. But there’s a lot of misconception, you see,
By Stephanie J. Bradberry3 years ago in Poets
Light and Dark
There are no shadows in the dark but even with the smallest spark the shadows come and swirl and dance and we are forced to take a stance and to decide what's wrong what's right what's free for all what's worth the fight what's true what's false what's neither nor what to believe what to ignore and who are they and who we are with whom to play with whom to spar and then the spark goes puff and out and leaves us in a state of doubt about the things that could have been and who is who and who is in what we should not and what we might - so, really, do we need the light?
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Glimmers Of The Forgotten
Glimmers of you ebb through the drowning Forgotten. Help, your eyes plead. Gone. *** Authors Note: Written with compassion for anyone living with dementia, whether supporting their loved ones or facing it themselves.
By Caroline Jane3 years ago in Poets
Frozen Moments
When hearts can’t let go Monsters Made of Memories Just thought you should know
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Tarpit of the Train Station. First Place in the Uncommon Challenge.
The Tarpit of the Train Station On steel parallels and shallow earth the rats know life as it is: patterned, mildly
By Johnathan Riley3 years ago in Poets