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

Remembering Snow
Snow fell last night for the first time in a long while. It seemed to absorb all sound as it gently covered the brown earth
By PK Colleranabout a year ago in Poets
Inexcusable
Soon it will be one year. With over 40,000 recorded deaths, and the expected actual total being over double that, What do we do now?
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
Shut Up And Listen
shut up and listen— indigo waves lapping on the shore, leaves fluttering as they spiral to the floor, eagles nesting in the mountains,
By Reid Christmannabout a year ago in Poets
Spineless
Say our bones are not broken (I can clearly see the cracks) Lie about who the blood belongs to (Every one of us knows who’s to blame)
By Poppy about a year ago in Poets
The Sounds Of Sickness
Sounds of crying, muttering, moaning, and 🅰🅶🅾🅽🆈. I had never before wished so hard for dₑₐₜₕ to be swift. Lσυԃ are the cries of agony from the sick and withered.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Poets
A Daily Roller Coaster Ride
He doesn’t see the way he shines in this life, He doesn’t realise how amazing he really is, If only he could see through the eyes of those who love him,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
Loud
since you asked, no it's not possible to sit in silence let me explain: even if you could sit in pure sensory deprivation
By Tyler Clark (he/they)about a year ago in Poets
"EVOLVE"
Surrender to Brilliance Increase in Confidence Let go of Limitations Eradicate ALL Obstacles Negate Negative Thoughts Concede to Victory
By Tiffany Gordonabout a year ago in Poets
I Refuse To Move
Here I lay, In an old home That was once mine But boy have I moved Too many times To ever call one place home. I return
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
Things that remind me of flowers:
Things that remind me of flowers: The ceiling fan in your bedroom that scared me, so we pushed the bed as far away from it as possible. Now, after a long night, I stare up at it and count its four petals rhythmically as my eyelids meet
By Jay,when I writeabout a year ago in Poets
Palpable quietness
Silence is all he ever knew In secret he hid his shame Living within a cocoon woven from fear Extricating himself became a violent storm
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
Air Hankie
i spat out the window (the window wasn't up this time) into the breeze i was driving so both my sixty kilometres per hour
By Brenabout a year ago in Poets