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

Inner Me
There was a time I dressed in anger with hate as my veil and lies as the cloak Depression laced with aggression became alcohol soaked
By Mesaye 4 years ago in Poets
coffee break conundrum
The trees look deliciously green as I envy the birds on my lunch break Look how free they are Free to fly without the weight
By Jessi4 years ago in Poets
Happy Inkmas to all, And to All a Good Write
Twas a late night of writing in this quaint little house My pen was not stirring, as I nibbled my souse; Writer's block hung heavily, I was pulling my hair,
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
The path
My path between winter and spring I hide by the last splinters of the sharp wind I leave behind sculpted faces and events
By Mihai Brinas4 years ago in Poets
For the Love of Yellow:
I’m the slash of light in the iris petal. I'm the joyous kitchen wall and the polka dot of springtime.
By Judy Walker 4 years ago in Poets
A Mountain of Words
It is not known exactly whence came the mountain of words the ambiguous darkness flooded the interior of the mountain and he surrounded him on the outside
By Mihai Brinas4 years ago in Poets
December 1st
--- The little elf soared high in the night sky He couldn't wait to see his friend Last Christmas Eve he had to say goodbye
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
It Never Boils And It Never Ends
As an Englishman I drink a lot of tea bit of a stereotype I know but I’m not ashamed often we just have nothing better to do
By R P Gibson4 years ago in Poets
Someone has to pay the bills
You don’t want to be called lazy, so you work tirelessly to appease society, working a job that causes you undue stress throughout the day while you wait for the small hand of the clock to point to 5. It is the time when you can untie the tourniquet around your feet and legs that keep you enslaved in a system that preaches no handouts for people who are physically capable of providing for their families and themselves.
By Ali SP4 years ago in Poets
I Hardly Noticed
There is something about the silence you can only find late at night in a motel room. The sounds of the world seem to fade as the yellow lights seep in the windows. It's the only light illuminating their face as they stare into your eyes. Everyone always looks so beautiful and haunted in those lights.
By Searra Staton4 years ago in Poets
"My Blackness" & "SKIN"
My Blackness Let me tell you about my blackness It's strong It's powerful It's beautiful It continues to flourish into greatness
By Vernon T. Scott4 years ago in Poets
Test of Time
”time is on our side” so, why do we run and hide trespassing, crossing all those thin lines working tirelessly to make sense of a dark mind
By g.m.t 4 years ago in Poets