Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A picture frame with a family inside, Faded now, a life left behind. He remembers how it was before, When happy sounds had paraded these halls.
By Ian M. Williamson12 months ago in Poets
It's Not Real. . It's not real. . It's not real, it's not real, it's not real. . It. Isn't. Real. But fuck...do I wish that it was.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
I long for a day dedicated to my weakness. A day that I don’t need to hurry and wipe my tears, that I can just let them go from my nearly filled ducts.
By Ann ☕️12 months ago in Poets
January 15, 2025 — I met someone yesterday who knows what to do when it feels worse than before In the mirrors of aisle five who no longer hates to look
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
hey, bro. how you feeling? you called me at three in the morning, you know. to say you’re getting married; um, that’s cool,
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
Little hands with little fingers, drop stickered cards (into the) .:slots:. of glittered boxes— cheerful voices singsong
By Gina C.about a year ago in Poets
Waves rolling in Frothy white Bringing scuttling, digging sand fleas Receding, taking sand and shells Crabs scuttle to and fro
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
The empty road ahead of me is filled with thoughts I spend hours of stolen quiet Picking up these hitchhikers Wary of how they might repay my kindness
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
To my thoughts‐ Why can't you exist in peace? Why must you fight? Why can't you all just get along? *sigh* Is this fire impossible to cease?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Life is a play, we are crying, I entered this world with the laughter of my loved ones, And leave this world amidst the cries of your loved ones and your own laughter.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
I'm in mourning for ever even believing for even one single second thinking that I could ask the wind for anything and he would just bring it right to me.
By Sara Wynnabout a year ago in Poets
He lured them on the bus one day Drove all those kiddies far away Clutching bookbags, in rows seated He took them 'cause he had been cheated
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets
