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

Can’t See
Obstacles are getting in the way Obstructing the view Making dreams a little cloudy Reality is misty The future is foggy
By L.I.E2 days ago in Poets
Seabirds
When I want to remember love, intimate connection, there’s a reinvention occurring in the depths of my mind. Some call it—imagination.
By Natasha Collazoabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Living in SillyVille, U.S.A.
U.S. President Donald Trump speaks at a ceremony held to dedicate a 4-mile stretch of road from West Palm Beach Airport to his Mar-a-Lago estate to be named as 'President Donald J. Trump Boulevard', at the Mar-a-Lago estate in Palm Beach, Florida, U.S., January 16, 2026. REUTERS/Kevin Lamarque.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Poets
Free-Spirited
Mysterious snake making only the softest rustle as it slithers away moving with caution yet it never looks back And then another sound
By Jasmine Aguilar6 days ago in Poets
The Giver of Names
The wind whispered secretively, “Be afraid…” And you whispered back “I will” And this truth was locked away. The fire roared seductively,
By Adam Kolozetti2 days ago in Poets
bones and blood of space and time
Listen, lover. Before you go and try to save the world, why don't you save yourself first? Or better still, peer beneath the veil of your doubt
By Eden Row2 days ago in Poets
Forgiveness
Forgiveness, It can be quite a word, Can it not? It can be given easily sometimes, Much like candy on Halloween, When it is for something rather small,
By Rebecca Patton8 days ago in Poets
𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔
I always considered myself a hopeless romantic and wondered what that really means. Here's how Cerebral at resilience lab.us describes a hopeless romantic:
By Colleen Walters6 days ago in Poets
Seeking a Safe Place
“Create” (verb): to bring something into existence or to cause it to happen; to produce or bring about by a course of action or behavior.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno4 days ago in Poets
How Will You Join in the Dance
Hear ye modern man, listen to the ancient bards and sages. We are more than ourselves. We are the product of ages. We are born of stardust with access to the divine, that extends beyond ego and the senseless greed of a swine.
By Katherine D. Graham9 days ago in Poets
The Innocence of Ice
Bounty hunters are seldom in search of paper towels Satire should never be impossible Everything mundane has been painted with suspicion and terror
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
hello, february
hello, february. oh, how I missed you—please, come in. can I get you anything? I was expecting you, of course; I have your favorite chocolates
By Katherine J. Zumpano5 days ago in Poets