Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Birds above like kites, Tethered only by their sight, Freedom, soaring high. 🌊 … Shadows in the light. Sun beaming through, cold smoke,
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Life hasn’t been easy — no it’s been fucken tough! Fight after fight after fight, Internal battles, external battles, covert battles,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
i cradle my hurting neighbors through poetic verse and memes attempt to soothe my own despair by walking the dog sometimes outside feels less scary
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
My lips twitch into a smile when I feel your tight hug. Your laughter is my favorite song, the best to sing along to. Cheap beer has never tasted so good as when we're together.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Poets
Up and down, step by step through the twisting streets that wind out of context, knowingly aloof under their bulk of history that isn’t mine.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like tying the the grayest cloud to a string like a kite and reel it down to earth so I can drown in my personal storms.
By T. Lichtabout a year ago in Poets
Ever I sought to be the good, the kind, the loving but I was born of the dark forced to sleep in the cradle of despair
By JBazabout a year ago in Poets
You can make me the villain in your story if it helps you sleep better at night just don’t blame me in the morning
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I think I saw a smile on that face, On that beautiful face, Like a mirage in the desert, Like an illusion of the sea.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Poets
it’s starting to get harder to hold up hope, it is heavier, faster cascading through riverbeds into water that will flow right through
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Poets
it’s all right daddy had other lives to live, other daughters, brighter, thinner, quieter. it’s all right mommy’s mind was a bird
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Poets
Today, they say, is the day when our King receives his crown. Churchyard bells and criers' yells are heard throughout the town.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
