Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Permit me no grace if you can find me Arm cocked back, throwing stones at panes of glass Falling shards so sharp, they could cut the past
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
I hate watermelon. Lemonade is too tangy. When I was twelve we visited a museum and I saw how hot dogs were made. I haven’t eaten one since.
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Poets
I am an addict, But not in the way you think. My addiction is touch, physical contact, intimacy. The rush of dopamine I receive from an accidental brush of a hand is embarrassing.
By McKenzie Keathley4 years ago in Poets
Everyday, we swing by your lovely photographic home With high hopes in procuring a gem from your plethora Of ocular breathtaking delights to the senses
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Poets
I have finally come to the years-in-the-making understanding that some of us are meant for nothing more than to be the wind 'neath the worlds' wings.
By Lizzy Rose4 years ago in Poets
In a time where Black Americans needed resolution, Harriet Tubman stood at the forefront of revolution. For decades she had to watch her people bathe in pain and created a way to escape the pain.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Lilac legends. Observed through children, Sunshine babes and crystal youngin’s Rainbow aura’s glisten Spring, These special gifts they bring
By Hope4 years ago in Poets
You will forever be the masterpiece I never got to finish. The symphony in my head; An unrelenting repetition of notes that are not quite the end.
By Rebekah Elisabeth4 years ago in Poets
Everyone deserves a use-at-your-own-discretion detour sign hazard orange triangle reflective LEDs standard issue without request
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
I see you now. Now that I walk It's so hard to see your prints through these tears. I don't dare look down. Somewhere between the valley of desperation and inadequacy, I saw you hanging there.
By Hanna Poynor4 years ago in Poets
The day broke And so did she What once held promise Now proves impossible With tired hands and tired eyes She moves while standing still
By A_Skeleton_Speaks4 years ago in Poets
Rainbows are made of dozens of droplets coming together to project a prism in the skies. None identical, each unique,
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
