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

Untethered
Barefoot Sand hot, searing white, like my skin, which had been kissed by a fierce fiery sun that mistook me for his lover.
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
Toronto
Has anyone pretended to have a boyfriend/girlfriend from Canada? No? That was just a thing on TV? Oh, well. Here's a poem inspired by that concept.
By Sarah Loyd6 months ago in Poets
If I Could Choose The Dream
When I wake I think of nothing, my mind is blank but my heart is clear Then comes pulsing a sensation I love, a care for someone I hold dear
By J. K. Anderson6 months ago in Poets
Viola's Purple Veil. Content Warning.
This was created by Vicki, me. I am no longer producing a paranormal channel with my friend. It is all about Trusselli Art, music, art, film, and progressive politics. I like to create art reflecting truth, fantasy, metaphors, innuendos and manifestations of art and dreams. I bring my dreams to life through my art. I want to share, be cool, creative, paranormal, and be in a paint bucket of life.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
What Color Is Your Smile?
Are there colors in someone’s smile? red (rouge) or pink (rose) green (vert) or Yellow (jaune) blue (bleu) and orange (orange)
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
Authenticity VS. AI II
They say it’s beautiful. They say it’s flawless. They say it made them feel something. * But I’ve seen that shape before.
By Luna Jordan6 months ago in Poets
OVERFED
I just shouldn’t look, I know it’s all shit But my midbrain is cooked From these dopamine hits Overstimulated! Willingly inundated
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Likes
Why press it? Why have it; if not counted? The like button More like the lie button A way to see who passed by Not the one who stayed
By L.I.E6 months ago in Poets
Telepathy
Curve of your shoulder The microstructure of attraction My conscience swirls like a satellite I swallowed your orbit whole
By Lola Sense6 months ago in Poets
Joy.
Joy is the hush before the birds begin, the breath before my thoughts arrive, a quiet that sits with me, like warm cotton and early light.
By Test6 months ago in Poets
The Comfort zone
Challenge accepted. The acceptance of misguidance pulls us to each end of the earth— places never traveled. Did you hear
By Marcus Hill6 months ago in Poets
The Swarm
I want to drown in neon lights and faux wood, Accents of silver and smooth black tiles. I want it to look like an android lives there,
By Silver Daux6 months ago in Poets