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

Origins
I don’t belong, But I long to belong Or at least I used to. There’s poetry to displacement. I was his, I am now mine.
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Remembering those you love
These two poems memorialise two much loved family members, my grandmother - nonna - who lived an amazing and long life. Leaving Italy to arrive in Australia in the 1920s, she was one of 13 children. Surviving the privations of WWI and then separation from family she and her husband created a world of friends, family, and success in a new country. She was brave, kind, community-focused and incredibly hardworking and astute well into her 90s.
By Michèle Nardelli4 years ago in Poets
Pandemic ABCs
A is for ALONE (So much time for thinking!) And A is for ALCOHOL – For cleaning and for drinking! *** B is for BOOZE
By Allison Rice4 years ago in Poets
The State Of Tropicana
The state of Tropicana is warm with hints of buttercream mist, diminutive kumquat bushes that scatter along the country fields.
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Beautiful
All I can say is wow I have set eyes on a beautiful sunset Her eyes the colors of roses Shedding tears of rain she spills on me
By Dead Emo5 years ago in Poets
Another Day
briiiing. briiiing. slap. turn off the alarm clock. get up. brush. wash your face. fill a mug with water. trudge to your desk.
By Delle5 years ago in Poets
Money Isn’t Everything (If You Have Enough of It)
A smile is a nice thing to wear on your face, but it won’t put food on your table. You say not to worry ‘bout my lack of money?
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Poets
The Painting
The painting hanging on the wall With its multicolored hues Brings forth an evocation of the time That I spent loving you.
By Paul Douglas5 years ago in Poets
Creatively Re-use And Re-cycle
When the stresses in my life start to get too much I need relief and thats when I get my creative on, To make something that’s both physical and mental
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Nineteen Years
Nineteen and afraid because she finally became nothing—ghostly, wading past her prime, time’s ebb and flow slowly
By Sam Eliza Green5 years ago in Poets
A Child’s Fantasy
Once upon a blissful youth, I dreamed of adventure Stories of fairies fighting trolls and tales of dragon gold Riches beyond number and an incredible journey every slumber
By Jennah Casey 5 years ago in Poets
Emma's Word of the Day
I have done "Word of the Day" on Facebook for almost 10 years and I have decided to start sharing my words of the day with you now.
By Emma Datson5 years ago in Poets