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

When a Book Changes Your Life
I have never thought about life this way until words from the book hit me like lightning, brightly displaying a new perspective,
By Stella Yan PhDabout a year ago in Poets
The Amazing Candy Cane
Christmas is full of miracles Happy times and laughter Things we accept as part Of all that has to do with this holiday Have we ever thought?
By Rasma Raistersabout a year ago in Poets
The Shadow of the End
I love you so much I have burned holes in my soul. It was toxic magic to me, burning through my atoms, Poking first one hole and then another before, at last,
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Will it ever be enough?
Whatever I do feels like it’s never enough, and I’m so exhausted with everything. I spend my time on everyone, yet no one seems to understand that I’m not giving myself any time. My mental health isn’t terrible, but it isn’t good either. I am cared for, I am loved, and I have everything, yet I still crave peaceful nights.
By Whispers of romanceabout a year ago in Poets
runaway
running was easy easy to do and easy to feel the briskness of it—wind in my hair, carrying my body through the world without a glance
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
The Smog Apartment
MMLXVI greets your dour face the other side of the gloomy door promises unfettered peace and grace entering the threshold
By Sir Contraabout a year ago in Poets
A Little Dip Into Disney
As mad as the hatter More lost lost than Alice Flew away with Aladdin From the walls of the palace Queens screaming at mirrors
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Her Spirit Is Indestructible
She’s been on this plane for some time now, She’s lived through love, joy, heartbreak, torment and excruciating pain, Every cell in her body has punctuated all she has survived,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
Misery Martyr
Misery sure loves company but I will be declining the invitation. My joy is not something to be hijacked by envious folks reliant on intimidation.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets
Toilet Paper Roses
_________________________ Do you remember toilet paper roses? Red nail polish petals? I ran out of green so the stems had to be blue. Notes written on paper towels? Secret words well hidden on something that may eventually touch your lips the way I wanted to. -- Do you remember translated playlists? I'd listen along because I already knew the words to the song. You'd close your eyes when you sang and I would watch your every blink. Your smiles, your breathing... That's when I knew I loved you, I think. -- Do you remember back rubs that were always OK because no one knew you and I were actually gay. Having you say all your body parts in English was always amusing because when you messed up you'd scowl so beautifully and blame me for losing. -- I love you as much today as I did when I presented you those flowers the petals, the stem all came from my heart and my love for you within. If I could I would shower you with real red roses but none of them would measure up to you because you are the rose of my heart and I cherish you. _________________________
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
SANTA'S CHRISTMAS
(taking a break from Mia, I thought this might be a fun read) SANTA’S CHRISTMAS ~ unfortunately ~ ++++++++ The children awoke on Christmas morn, And stood in great surprise, As they saw the many presence Heaped there before their eyes.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Poets
The Soldier
The young man holds in his blistered hand A moment’s relief from another land, Travelled by boat from across the sea To the foreign shore of Brittany.
By Ian M. Williamsonabout a year ago in Poets