Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Leaves crunching beneath my feet Memories scattered across my mind I’ve been blue today Remembering the things that used to matter to me
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
Rich and vibrant soil, Heavy with rain and dew, Nurtures growth; Eager seedlings Endure and survive.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Poets
You came to me on hands and knees, Said I taught you how to stand. You curled inside your weakened limbs As I held your shaking hand.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Hyperventilating Because my lungs function on preset parameters Tachycardic in two weeks time Lost all sensation in my fingers except one
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
“I focus on what I can control and I let go of what I can’t” A Good way of working through this is to think about
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
She hitches her breath as she sighs with relief, She passed that obstinate hurdle with ease, Almost too much, she saved it with her grace,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
You are a firework, Deafening and pompous, You fracture at the sight of stars, Jealous of how they shine together, Your explosion of dazzling deception,
By ThatWriterWomanabout a year ago in Poets
it’s almost too cold tonight and I am already overcome with the need to exhaust myself of the world I am planning to excavate
By Mesh Toraskarabout a year ago in Poets
You can let your tears fall, And I will always wash them away; We have walked through many storms together And I still stand right here,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
God said let there be light, and then there was you. Standing in the dark corner of a room that I tried so desperately to ignore but could not seem to live without. You were the spark that lit a flame in me to reveal the truth.
By H. J. Levonabout a year ago in Poets
There is something so colossal the eyes cannot take it in all at one time. And it's not something that I could ever claim alone
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
If I was editing myself like an object Obsessed with the idea of a perfect A perfect shot, a perfect scene, a perfectly perfect me
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
