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

Loving You
deep in my heart, is a love for one, God gave me the stars, God gave me the moon, God gave me the sun, then, God gave me you and said,
By Moe Radosevichabout a year ago in Poets
Autistic
The lightbulb is flickering and everytime the light changes it feels like the grooves of my mind are dragged under the needle of a record player.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets
Fixate
Find what fascinates Stop at nothing to find out Why it compels you
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Mask
Just what is the question concerning the jiggling of aromas? Popcorn popping through her senses at an ancient theatre, but then,
By Pamela Williamsabout a year ago in Poets
honest, abe
she taught me about worlds and how to enter them. to leave my safe and comfortable thought, and welcome something new.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
COCOON
I danced away in my dreams Nobody was in my arms but I still danced Eyes closed, I glided across the dance floor Letting the wind guide my steps
By Literalcateabout a year ago in Poets
scar tissue. Honorable Mention in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge.
c i c a t r i z e d heart m o m e n t a r i l y succumbs to malleability e x p e r i e n c e lends it no use disregarding
By Kristen Balyeatabout a year ago in Poets
Sunrise Service
Where is that phone? Must stop the ringing alarm noise making What is that strange light? Where is the happy coffee juice I need?
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
erasing the end
so, you flourish under his enchanting, poisonous words, yet are ignorant of his looming gift, a picture-book of your terribly quiet grave?
By Adonideabout a year ago in Poets
puddled
b r e a t h i n g b r e a t h i n g b r e a t h i n g b r e a t h i n g air that must have been stuck in my chest for days
By Caroline Janeabout a year ago in Poets
INSIPID ll
INSIPID II They write.. Such gorgeous lines.. With curves wrapping 'round a waiting mind.. They loop about and fly and dive,
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
Warning: This Poem is not Meant to be Read, but Consumed
This poem is about food and sex and drugs or: all the things I would become addicted to if I had time and money You feed me in French
By Cali Loriaabout a year ago in Poets