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

Nothing To Say
How is there nothing to say To someone who you would want to Bare your heart to Does this person already know everything
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
Beside Me
Cool mountain airs tempered by a setting sun brings calm as you’re… beside me. 💕 Cotton candy clouds soar
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
The Source of Light
Punctuated light Picturing my place On this world Full of contradictions and blind spots From which I am not visible
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Dingo
The sun stretches into his wide-jawed yawn, teeth shining. Mouth shuts. Panting now, he roams the beach. Eyes scanning, nose vigilant,
By Michèle Nardelli3 years ago in Poets
Ghosts of Kyiv
Borders are broken Like treaties and trust As under heavy foot fall Approach the invaders Each step dragging a bloody Heel until the map
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
She Rides The Tides Of Life
The rain washes away her sin, Her past mistakes and her regrets, Newly birthed with her lessons in tact, Learned but she never forgets.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Passionfruit. Runner-Up in Get Comfortable Challenge.
Passionfruit rings through balmy bars on November wind sun-showers beat at peaky-blinders and droplets deposit
By Rachel M.J3 years ago in Poets
Home Over the Years
In the blazing sun, sometimes my world looked like leather. Sewn together, my sandals protected me from the dirt’s teeth.
By K L4 years ago in Poets
All I Ask For
I see the way You paint my life In tragedy Sad eyes And curious Stares wanting To offer me Up a dish Of pity But you don’t
By Michelle Renee Kidwell3 years ago in Poets
Are You Serious? Get Out!
Mr sandman, this isn’t my dream, looks are not what’s important to me. Rose clover lips - don’t make me feel rested. I’ll sleep with the fan and deal with mild congestion.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
A profound letter to a grandfather
My grandfather died when I was two. He committed suicide. Before his passing he wrote a letter to me. This is my open letter to him. He often would leave letters around the house for his children and wife would find when he couldn't find the words. I guess my love for writing started with him.
By Ashley Shiflett3 years ago in Poets
The Bubba Blues
i went to jail one time through no fault of my own the judge gave me ten years ten years away
By Bren3 years ago in Poets