Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Under the water’s glossy surface, I am at peace I am serene and whole One with a force that is both me and not me One with a life that feels so much purer than the world raging around me
By Eva A. Schellinger3 years ago in Poets
I pass her by. Wrinkled woman, deep eyes. That will be me. I feel it already. In my stiffening back. In the energy I lack.
By Nicole Caldwell3 years ago in Poets
Attention! Attention! I’ve got a few things to mention I’ve always got something to say Constantly, always at times on repeat
By Je'Neille Swartz3 years ago in Poets
Tears are falling heart is aching, slowly but surely my heart is breaking, How do you let go of someone you hold so dear,
By Trisha Brandhorst 3 years ago in Poets
Hungry, Still My parents are living in their dream house now with trees as far as the eyes can see A quiet, peaceful neighborhood with nowhere to go
By Hazel S3 years ago in Poets
i stare at myself, and i stare and i stare, and i exceedingly care; when i stare and i stare, it’s a strange nightmare; i stare and i stare and i can identify some flaw on my body or my face in everything that i wear;
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Poets
I rarely do but that day, when I had a second to breathe I looked up at the sky A squirrel scurried across the wire Against the blue, on top of the black, a tiny blob of moving gray
By My Name Is Not Cypress3 years ago in Poets
Children are a blessing, And let me tell you why I was born with my father’s laughter And my mother’s eyes. My grandfather gave me music
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)3 years ago in Poets
I’m standing in my new apartment, looking out the window For as far as the eye can see, there are man-made buildings, One level houses, three storey hotels, fifty floor office towers
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Maybe I am The Scarlet Witch. Unaware that I’ve created a false reality. But not false enough to mean that it doesn’t exist - that the people inside aren’t real.
By Melynda Kloc3 years ago in Poets
I’ve been on a journey; I’ve lived out a story. I’ve experienced the waves and had the craze. I feel the crash and maybe it’s brash, but I know it’s all gotta mean something to someone.
By Juliette Ivy3 years ago in Poets
There are plenty of things that I miss Plenty that I look back upon with simple bliss I never knew how simple it could be
By Will Helgren/Ochal3 years ago in Poets
