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

The storm before the calm
No-one speaks as they shuffle, lined up in a row. All around them, thousands of frenzied voices cry, they screech and they crow,
By Joe O’Connor7 months ago in Poets
Memories
The book smelled like memories Of hushed-low voices And warm embraces Of rustling pages And soft imaginings The book smelled like memories
By Alexander McEvoy7 months ago in Poets
THE FLOOR IS YOUR FRIEND
In case of emergency. When fears threaten faculty. The floor is your friend. Through ALL the mists of absurdity. There is a constant shore-of-surety. The floor is your friend. Take a helping hand from gravity. Crouch down and breathe steadily. The floor is your friend. Kneel, should you feel trembly. Alarm reduces with connectivity. The floor is your friend. Close your eyes to reduce sensitivity. Feel the wood, stone, tile with acuity. The floor is your friend. Soak in the glory of its solidity; a tonic of stoic sensibility. The floor is your friend. Enjoy the respite from insanity. Relax in edge-to-edge familiarity. The floor is your friend. The beneath-your-feet remedy: Mother Nature's gift for stability. The floor is your friend. Cuddle into its enormity. Become one with a planetary entity. The floor is your friend. Anchor to universal perpetuity. No longer a singularity. The floor is your friend. Drift, a mere twitch inside an eternity. A grain within a galaxy The floor is your friend. Feel the peace of enduring constancy. And be. Breathe. Just be. The floor is your friend.
By Caroline Jane7 months ago in Poets
The Sweetest Dreams
Tired and frazzled, I crawled into bed Restless from the stresses filling up in my head Drifting off into slumber, I remember a time
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Ice cream
The first taste of ice cream on the tongue an awakening of the senses Like... Vanilla sky melting sun sighing over cones of gold
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Poets
Hell's Too Good For You
I'm such a fool for thinking... That you had even an inkling... Of compassion for these corralled men. But then I saw you laughing...
By CT Idlehouse7 months ago in Poets
Unscripted
Moon in Scorpio Unscripted Not what I wanted Not even close All of my life Dancing with ghosts Ghosts of my lovers
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)7 months ago in Poets
When the Sun Painted My Skin
Someone gently holds my chin, lifts the brush, and sweeps a thin red line across the bridge of my nose, as if this moment could transform me from just a child
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Poets
Codependent Clauses. Honorable Mention in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
From here to there, the subject and verb Seek to complete an action in thought Of object, direct, or nothing disturbed The commas will rule when festooning what's wrought
By Gerard DiLeo7 months ago in Poets
The Statue
There's no wind today The sun blazes overhead Baking the earth Sizzling my skin Searing the pain deep Into the forgotten places
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 months ago in Poets
Who Do You Say
“When Jesus came into the region of Caesarea Philippi, He asked His disciples, saying, “Who do men say that I, the Son of Man, am?” So they said, “Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter answered and said, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." Matthew‬ ‭16‬:‭13‬-‭16‬ ‭NKJV
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
If Only the Sea Could Love a Star. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
A beam of light— a golden breath, a whisper of want, a slip of gold skimming across the water. Apollo leans in,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets