Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Bones warmed, Summer’s heat Head swimming, too sick to eat Inhale, exhale. Pray. ***
By Killian4 years ago in Poets
I stand bravely, feet rooted in the ground and heart open towards the sun. Silence encompassing the air around me, there are no sounds in the breeze whispering words of duty, of tradition, or of expectation.
By Rachael4 years ago in Poets
After the parade, will we win? Will they finally to stop judging me by the color of my skin? Will they let me love whom my heart wills?
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Poets
Rainbow confetti on the ground, drag queens sail by on floats, church members with banners that say they're accepting and doling out hugs.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Poets
The Fear: Every time it comes to this, I stop. I give in, to giving up. I let myself down, by letting go. Life's lessons, have me confused.
By Vanessa Wilcox4 years ago in Poets
I pee on a stick The clock starts to tick My world is flipped But the band starts to play New life made of clay Loud cheers and, hooray!
By Shannon Moose4 years ago in Poets
Litter my skin with moss My bones can be substituted with twigs, I do not need them anymore I want to be fragile I want to lay intertwined with the forest floor
By Cecelia Johnson 4 years ago in Poets
It bubbles deep beneath, seething, boiling, roiling to a dense and roaring cacophony. A wall of sound, blocking out all reason, eradicating logic, feelings become like a tar;
By DionGrio (Mak Wey) 4 years ago in Poets
Welcome to burn out culture The so-called generation lazy We "tanked" the diamond economy As far as the generations before us could see
By CyCy4 years ago in Poets
As I'm Driving Miss Daisy, Seeing the beach sends her crazy, She smells the sea air, And sits high in her chair. We walk through the park,
By Satu Myyry4 years ago in Poets
I'll give and give and keep on giving until there's nothing left. They'll take and take and keep on taking and it's all a theft.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Judged by others or maybe I just think I am, Represented wrongly or maybe not
By Christopher Hodgson4 years ago in Poets
