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

Gone
Like A Frigid, Winter Sale, Dissipating The Summer Breeze… Like Spring Flowers Faltering Like The Autumn Leaves… With Teary Eyes Suppressing
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)11 months ago in Poets
Blossom
I met a tiny blossom amidst the melting snow. Through frosted stems and frozen soil his beauty he did show. I asked him why he’d present to me, his lovely, perfect face,
By Cathy holmes11 months ago in Poets
Why pain? Why me?
It was a damn cold night. When a creepily hurtful sensation emerged Speeding down my spine, As if to haunt my already overwhelmed nerves.
By Stella Yan PhD11 months ago in Poets
Do I?. Content Warning.
I asked you a question, down on one knee, "How 'bout it baby, will you marry me?" You walked down the aisle, I watched your mother cry,
By J.P. Williamson11 months ago in Poets
Deeper
You smile at Me And Billie Eilish Sings about Ocean eyes; We both talk about How we've Been running Our whole lives,
By Bex Jordan11 months ago in Poets
Blossoming Back to Life
There is sunshine on my rose, Waking me up from slumber Having my first coffee after a week, My senses start to reshuffle and
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár11 months ago in Poets
Greedy Oligarchy Pigs
Jesus would smack the living shit out of you... Clean out your temples and knock your tables over, too. Have you even read the goddamn book?
By CT Idlehouse11 months ago in Poets
DoN't ToUch mE
There's this thing underneath her skin, waiting like a coiled spring - explosive like a firing pin Increasing in rage,
By Amanda Starks11 months ago in Poets
reckoning
Into the wayward wishing wells I tumble. Up goes the liquified aspirations of everything. In retaliation, My past surrounds me eagerly.
By Ruby Red11 months ago in Poets
Blue Jay
My skin absorbs the sun's warmth like the asphalt in front of us. Wind rushes in my ears, carrying with her echoes of boundless laughter.
By sleepy drafts11 months ago in Poets
At The Whim
I lost four co-workers the other day Distant voices from the computer Phantoms I’ll never get to know I wait for the chainsaws next bloody cut
By Sean A.11 months ago in Poets
A Self-Defined Orbit
A Self-Defined Orbit I could have walked away. Anytime. I struggled many times with the urge to walk away from the whole mess, to chase my own happiness, but being a creature designed to explore and extoll the virtues of melancholy, I found a love worth suffering.
By C. Rommial Butler11 months ago in Poets