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

Forward
Flipping through the pages of my mind I need something new to find To discover thoughts yet to be written Open up ideas to fit in
By Chris Griesche3 years ago in Poets
I like looking at you in the dark
hmm, we have been trapped like this before A never ending loop of harsh teachers Giving us grades only based on fear And here we are, looping into a madness
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Broken Glass
Along the hot, white beach, it glistened green, bright among the scallops and periwinkles. Strange and smooth, mother sun shining through it
By Michèle Nardelli3 years ago in Poets
Why Nasir “Nas” Jones Deserves a Nobel Prize in Literature
A slight rasp and precise diction; the projects become vivid scapes; wisdom becomes a thugged out ticket into the ruggedness of the urban zones of Queensbridge, Queens, New York City. The street poet Nas has shined a light into the dim places of the inner cities for decades now.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Poets
My Worst Kept Secret
I see a man Brush a woman's Hair behind her ear With featherlight affection And my chest tightens I swear I don’t love you
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
Potter-a-thon
Can I have some warm lemonade? That someone else made. A blanket pulled over my prone form, To keep me warm. Lunch of a cheese butty and Heinz tomato soup,
By SJ Covey3 years ago in Poets
Comfort in Despair
The game of life is rigged Death always wins Crawling on our fins Now obsessed with our sins From the dawn of rain
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Blue Mixed With White
Blue was mixed with white And its strength was enslaved This cloudless sky Became blotchy Brewed like black coffee
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Imaginary Friend
When I am 4, I meet my first friend. He puts a hand on my shoulder and tells me a funny story. He is small, like me and very pale.
By N.J. Karp3 years ago in Poets
Maximum Wage
The environmental police drive pick-up trucks, and I can't buy happiness at ten bucks an hour, but I think Lady Luck might be about to change.
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
The Moon Landing
In East Tennessee College students eager to impress Or desperate for adventure Will defy curfews Take secret dates into
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
Burn
A fire crackles In the center of a field, Left abandoned To raise and roar If the wind blows correctly, Or perhaps the long awaited rain
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets