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

The Jazz with You
I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything; without having to confess how I stand in the shower for over an hour holding the soap, waiting for your call: if you don't call I'm not leaving the shower
By Ella Valentine4 years ago in Poets
Who Am I?
I found myself. Buried deep beneath the mountain of roles collected over the years. I examined each one. Searching for some resemblance of wholeness that would satisfy that penetrating question.
By Desireé Faye4 years ago in Poets
The Brighter Fire Within
The final sip of Scotch burns down my throat as I looked up. Letting the burning question erupt: What do I see between the stars?
By The Rogue Scribe4 years ago in Poets
The Well Runs Dry
Wasn't always one to live off the land, Not like my father. But here the roots spread deep, The earth is rich and fertile;
By Mike Ortega4 years ago in Poets
Text me
Today’s technology makes finding love easier yet somehow so much harder than it used to be. My generation is so used to dating apps, snapchat, Facebook and even Tiktok posing new love ventured and possibilities every single day. Yet with social anxiety on the rise with the younger generation (mine included) it is more and more common for couples to not meet in person for quite some time or in some cases ever.
By Kristine verrier4 years ago in Poets
seven octillion atoms
this is a note about pain. chronically chromatic. sung at the octave of self-love and intuition. about wisdom that lives
By Sur Ren Dirt (she/they)4 years ago in Poets
Roots Lost
I grieve the loss of a culture I never knew I had. I wonder if its now too late To try and get it back. * From Malta came my grandma,
By Angie Loveday4 years ago in Poets
pretty. when you cry.
soft, effervescent, sweet. you- so pretty. you- my desire, my oasis, you. cheeks, rosy, strong. protect me, protect me, protect me.
By Ziggy Rey4 years ago in Poets
The Angel on My Couch
We had nearly identical lives, eyes Shared dreams, struggles Both childhood victims of men, of justice I lived, she died
By Alex Casey4 years ago in Poets
The Window of the Soul
We try to hide our feelings. No one would understand the various layers that make us, us. On a mission to keep the dark parts hidden because those are the parts that broke us.
By Stephanie Jarrell4 years ago in Poets
Unidentified Relationship
When I commit I'm all in Nothing will sever my loyalty * Like nurturing the 72 year-old plant in my bedroom Daily giving my love and energy
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
If I Could tell You I Love You Just One More Time
If I ever had even a small chance in life To hold you and tell you once more, That my love expands the eternal sky Ghostly rainbows showing all I adore.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets