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

Lament for life.
She's still talking, her mouth is moving, but it's all become meaningless to me, The world is paused, through welling tears - I want to believe it's conspiracy.
By Joe O’Connorabout a year ago in Poets
the car ride home
The hum of quiet stings my eardrums This car ride home has hatched into a wingless maze— it unwinds, unendingly, between us,
By Gina C.about a year ago in Poets
Wooden Lies
Prologue Pinnochio's always been a favorite Disney character, and a tool parents use to remind children not to fib. And he reminds adults of the consequence of their delusions.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Aboulomania
Aboulomania: great indecision and an inability to, or difficulty in, making any kind of choice in a person's daily life My Connection: While I do not have the clinical disorder of aboulomania, I am notorious among friends and family for my "decision exhaustion". This state typically sets in after a long day of teaching during which so many decisions were made from great to minimal importance and every level in between. Once the exhaustion sets in I am nearly incapable of making the smallest decisions. What to eat for dinner? What to watch on TV? Whether or not to walk the dog? Which Vocal story to read? I just can't.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Poets
Shades of blue
A hopeless shade of blue, intertwining with the last vestiges of light, I find myself tangled in the web of memories, each thread a pulse of emotion, an ache, a whisper — the fate that serves the thread of life.
By Kodahabout a year ago in Poets
why . Content Warning.
i do not know which one i hate more: that you robbed me or that i stood idly by. i gave you my heart; i created a home in you. i didn’t deserve what you gave me in return. you turned symbiosis into a swarm of parasites that gradually consumed me. you do not even care and it only took me until now. you have robbed me and i have come to claim myself, my energy, my magic. i want flowers in my hair and blood in my mouth; if you only take i will spit you out. you have tainted my skin and grasped my insecurities to pull like wool over my eyes so i could not find my way out. now that the light pools in my eyes like the tears i never cried, i am free to hate you. but i will not. you do not get my love, nor my hate, nor any space in my reality. i have given enough. enough of my soul that i sacrificed in words swallowed and unsaid. you stunted my growth by dampening my sunshine and i grew accustomed to inhabiting the small space you allocated for me. i do not hate you. i am too happy to care.
By Sara about a year ago in Poets
Beyond Me
And the music plays on My thoughts give no release One after the other Claiming small parts of me Watching the clouds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
suicide prevention month. Content Warning.
What keeps me from suicide Is not hope, nor pride, But the knowing that I already tried, And died . I woke up in this here reality,
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨about a year ago in Poets
"In Pieces But Still Holding It Together". Content Warning.
Introduction A year on, not much has changed, just a reminder I once got a Top Story. The image is by Bouke De Vries whose work you can see here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 20 days ago in Poets
Wildfires
The flames stretch up like arms Reaching for heaven’s door The blaze begs to be seen Creating hell on the forest floor.
By Megabout a year ago in Poets
Fragile
Fragile is the glass-craft heart. So easily shattered upon the ceaseless sands of broken dreams. In your hand you once did hold, a power most obscene. And yet you did, with knowing force, upon the ground it shatter. Did not you once think, in your wildest revery, that your own dear self might be cut?
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Twiggy
it rhymed with truck and it didn’t but i was in a punt (like teflon here) a square nosed boat made out of wood flat bottom affair
By Brenabout a year ago in Poets