Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Since I can’t talk, I try to listen a lot I kinda can’t write either, but who really needs to do that? I see the real you from down here on all fours
By Nattalie Gordon8 years ago in Poets
Candy now, play and smile, Cry, lie and deny being tired, Sleep, fight and pretend to be a man, Do all these things now that you can.
By Andinoh8 years ago in Poets
a cold ocean of hate, filled with feelings, that you would never portray. you pick up new thoughts, you boast your new words,
By Sophia Marie8 years ago in Poets
You left me for Your Insecurities. Our lives were good, when we were together. We planned to be together forever, immortal being in the currents of reality.
By Jamie Daniger8 years ago in Poets
Kanye West’s mother died in Hollywood about nine years, eighteen days, and nineteen hours ago. She had gone through liposuction
By Maisie Rapp8 years ago in Poets
How can we help? A hand for a hand. Can I hold your wallet in my pocket? Only for a moment. Really, how can we help? Coughing up the deluge, tie the rope up here.
By Michael DeNicola8 years ago in Poets
Am I the first for a while to walk past the end of Poplar Street past factories, mills, grain elevators the caves and castles we found
By bethany alice8 years ago in Poets
A storm, a battle, a fight A struggle with all your might The harder you try the harder you fall When the world seems big and you very small
By G Malpass8 years ago in Poets
Once there was a time When I had a nice mind I missed so many signs And opportunities with dimes. I know it seems like lies
By Juan Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
From the air I breathe to the warm touch and caress of your hands. A touch as though I’ve just been kissed by the sun. The peace I find when I get lost in you.
By Laticia Vargas-Mendoza8 years ago in Poets
They thought something was wrong, But no nobody spoke up. They saw the red flags, But nobody spoke up. They witnessed his mindset through social media,
By James Howell8 years ago in Poets
New York lady head hung low and lazy boxes of light cast across her chalky colored cell a city tomb at the peak of brooklyn
By Kaylee Champa8 years ago in Poets
