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

GOD BLESS AMERICA
My mom said all too often that I should at least try not be so passionate about things. My grandmother disagreed with her daughter and said that my passion would make me a good writer.
By Margaret Brennan7 months ago in Poets
Autotelia
I’ve known men like you Heroically tolerating My coruscating demeanour Unamused, obligated Resigned to the minutes You must toil
By Aspen Marie 7 months ago in Poets
How to vanish by appeasing a predator. Content Warning.
It's a pretty simple recipe really. Just say yes - yes yes yes... Smile always - do not dare frown Do not have unique feelings or opinions
By Karen Cave7 months ago in Poets
That Thief Desire
I've stolen pieces of you to shove into myself. Crept through dark corridors, bumping along Until the scent of your memory burns my nostrils.
By Silver Daux7 months ago in Poets
The Price of Nothing.
The poorest hearts bleed- Nights Sleepless and fitful Worrying Wondering What will become Of the children In Gaza
By River and Celia in Underland 7 months ago in Poets
loss/past/present/future/love
Church bells chime out in the distance Engines breathe, a distant whirr Dull days pass, little resistance Time relentless, life a blur
By angela hepworth7 months ago in Poets
Aurora's Embrace
Heaven's open boudoir emits an eerie harlequin glow Lithely sliding over the darkened glass sheet below ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Nature Comforted Him
My little son was sad, an eczema flare-up, with scratches and blood, his legs looked bad. With father’s scolding,
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Tick Tock. Content Warning.
This is part of Step into Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki After we connected with our ancestors, my dad, and her mom I thought how thin the veil is and how the earth is spinning faster, this had to be written. It is other, time zones, tick tock clocks of time & space, birth, death, and closed & open doors. This is truth, fiction, and science fiction written in words regarding living, and the fantasy of time.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
The Goodbye Box. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
Give memories a proper seat ....or a glass box. 📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦📦 In my Primary Five class was a boy
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 months ago in Poets
Unmade
You will never know my true power for I am a made woman my future sculpted by beauty my personality sculpted by man
By Kel7 months ago in Poets
Back To Life.
I wasn’t planning to cry today. Just scrolling, moving from one room to another with my phone in my hand and nothing in particular on my mind.
By Test7 months ago in Poets