Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
It isn’t me. It’s you. You, in the mirror—static, smug, unblinking. You, with your perfect composure while I twitch and scratch and bite my own tongue
By Iris Obscura7 months ago in Poets
She enters on yellow ballet slippers, toes kissing vinyl planks, breathes into my mouth to untuck the corner of the stories
By Morgana7 months ago in Poets
Some people are born in the arms of heaven— cradled by the Blue Ridge, kissed by mist, where stars aren’t swallowed by city light
By Carolina Borges7 months ago in Poets
“Just remember there is someone out there that is more than happy with less than what you have” This is a good reminder
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
This is for Vocal's Light Breaks Water Challenge. Light breaks water--people empathise with gentleness, not force. 🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 months ago in Poets
The days are getting longer my dreams are even stronger the sun, the warmth seduces as the body clothing reduces look out the birds are singing
By Henrik Hageland7 months ago in Poets
There are no kings and I will not feed this madness With ill will, contempt, and the scraps of hatred That's left in the rotten wood beams of my soul
By Silver Daux7 months ago in Poets
A trigger on a gun never tells it to calm down It fires it I tell you my thoughts And get told to calm down Its not that I am too emotional
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
I don’t say it, because softness like this feels risky when it’s real. But if I more brave— I’d tell you that you’re the kind of calm I didn’t know I needed.
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
There’s this part of my body that remembers how good it feels to run out and meet the day. Part of me that remembers how you can’t waste time because it’s fleeting
By Bugsy Watts8 months ago in Poets
sometimes i'm still in my mother's hospice bed, stroking her hair and holding her hand, smelling the sickness. i could smell her death, you know? smell it coming.
By kp7 months ago in Poets
Broken is the heart that feels the unending torment of grief, the constant banging of tears flowing down to the soul of a very being,
By Angel Adagio8 months ago in Poets
