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

Stories I Loved: "Homecoming" Challenge Winners and Runners-Up
We recently wrapped up our Vocal+ exclusive Homecoming Challenge. The prompt was simple: Submit a poem telling us what home means to you.
By Justin Murray4 years ago in Poets
count your blessings
the worst part is, they cant see you through the blood in their eyes or the rose gold sun they worship blind they’ve promised themselves a better life
By Brittany MacKeown4 years ago in Poets
Broken Crayons
he happily picks up his broken red crayon (the one I taped back together) and colors his apple while proudly showing me
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Poets
The Hazy Space of Falling Out of Love
“I suppose we weren’t made to stay in love, you and I. We don’t belong in each other’s arms the way the galaxy fiercely clings to her planets and moons and stars. But for tonight, could you remain close and give me the kind of love we’re both yearning for?” her violet eyes met his.
By Lauren Schussler4 years ago in Poets
Perhaps If Time Stood Still…
I don’t know how it happened But I am 49. I don’t know how it happened But I am a grandmother. I don’t know how it happened
By Analise Dionn4 years ago in Poets
Snagged
In anticipation, and with a ragged metal key, I sliced a mouth in my nylons, only to find that they’d melded with skin,
By Emma Louise4 years ago in Poets
Imperfectly Together
It doesn’t matter that I don’t like some of the things I see in you. It doesn’t matter that sometimes an unhealed part of me
By Allyssa Izetta 4 years ago in Poets
Suicide
I thought about it. . I thought about a family friend who jumped off an overpass because no one had the patience to accompany a manic depressive
By Poetry Landscapes4 years ago in Poets
Wondering Through Life
I often spend time wondering if I will ever go to Greece, It’s on my list of places I want to visit, of places I think it would be amazing to
By Abby Jacobsen4 years ago in Poets
Memories Done And Dusted
Certain memories haunt me Causing me to re-live the pain, Heartbreak, sorrow and anger But there’s nothing left to gain.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Hot sidewalk beneath my feet
Cheap wine sloshes and stains my favorite coffee cup Hot sidewalk beneath my feet, sticky summer air envelopes me like an unwanted embrace
By Laura McClure4 years ago in Poets
Working Hands
I look at my hands often. They are beautiful. Everyone says I have my mother’s hands. Mom was always gentlest with me.
By Christina Jeong4 years ago in Poets