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

Super Hero Or Super Villain
We are commonly enraptured by super hero films Superman, who can fly or even Batman and Robin, Many children dream of becoming a super hero
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
The Tree
Amidst an ever-changing landscape stands an ever-lasting tree- Who has long since been forgotten and not a soul will come to see-
By Jake Snyder4 years ago in Poets
I Can Hear You Call Me 'Momma'
For the longest time, I dreamt of your red hair and blue eyes, and the sound of your voice calling to me, “Momma!” . Your voice is music to my ears.
By Crystal A. Wolfe4 years ago in Poets
Seven Yearning Poems
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By Moch Aldy MA4 years ago in Poets
The rest of the way, I go
The rest of the way, I go If the pain is numb, maybe you can put it down. I'll walk the rest of the way alone! A heart belongs to you for a long time, so many years I still love you. Because of you, I become so incomplete and bruised. My love for you is the fusion of blood and tears.
By STEPHANIE DOUGLAS4 years ago in Poets
Roaming Wilds
I was born in the wilds, hiding from the wolves, roaming with the elk. I waded in the river, catching dinner with my bare
By Sam Eliza Green4 years ago in Poets
If Only...If Only...If...
“We talked about the future like we’d be in it together.” Part 1 I wrote that line a few months ago About a slowly dying friendship
By Alex Casey4 years ago in Poets
When Innocence Dies
(in honor of lives lost too soon) There is no reason, or rhyme, the next breath - hard to find, broken, grasping our chests, with hard questions like, why?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
I Thought That Was Home
The house on a hill Was brown on the outside With white, and red stained trim. I thought that was home. My bedroom walls were wood paneled
By Laura4 years ago in Poets
Autumn Night
Autumn Night Silver light on the autumn trees Fills their leaves with ice While gentle breezes all round Blow their leaves to the sky
By Michele Hardy4 years ago in Poets
To-Do
2/14/87 • buy flowers (daisies? she likes daisies) • buy new comb • buy chocolates (the good kind) • make Valentine’s Day card- homemade!
By Annika La Vina 4 years ago in Poets
A Fool's Meal
Everyday...every damn day you ask me the same question. And every single cursed time I hand you the same answer on a silver platter. Why? Oh, Mother... you're always asking why. The missing piece to the puzzle is simple: because YOU secretly want it to ring true. And you have no idea how badly I want that answer to be real.
By Minna G4 years ago in Poets