Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
See the sapphire shining bright Eternally beautiful, like your soul Pulling in, charming those around you To make them a part of your following and
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Poets
Your words fell Losing their footing As they tumbled Down the stairs Your voice cracked Losing its strength As it shattered
By Alyssa Musso4 months ago in Poets
As the days went by and as the evenings pass. Many didn’t know the night of September 10th would be their last. Some had dinner with their families or a night out with friends.
By Joe Patterson4 months ago in Poets
Steal me steal me I'm just a bit of verse Steal me steal me My author will not curse You for doing so He knows you are just a thieving little shit
By Raymond G. Taylor4 months ago in Poets
This was blood moon weekend. This was a silent weekend with mindless meditation. Sweetie Bird and I are. How are you? ARTGURU
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
Black to black. Eyes shut. Night meets water cyclically. Magic interferes. Flickers on the sink.
By Caroline Jane5 months ago in Poets
Why are you only nice for the new people that you see? Why couldn't you act better When I helped to set you free? - It's been said, "You're only appreciated
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Poets
I start to notice: Dead leaves, colder breeze, And my knees sometimes give in To the weariness, built up by The miles and months elapsed.
By Andrei Z.5 months ago in Poets
There is this line I trace to work each morn, tire-and-tear-streaked, by rubber souls, well-worn - This dotted line of trafficked cars and minds.
By Gabriel Huizenga5 months ago in Poets
i will always interrupt some unimportant boy when he tries to say that i'm not like other girls as if it's some luxurious gift
By Mallory Rose5 months ago in Poets
Every year I stare it down perched on the tip of its tar tongue that snakes across the earth beneath my tyres. It's eaten entire generations
By J. R. Lowe5 months ago in Poets
