Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
I see you. All shiny and metallic. Glistening in the sunlight seeping through the window. Cool, relaxing in your own state,
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Dear, You... You 🫵 Are Remarkable. If I'm the first to Speak one's mind... Then I must be Blessed! You are the Exception
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
I heard the wind's swish a song through hard times it had no words just the buzz and swell of the unsteady at times like this, I’m scared to go out
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Mother, Why is it so hard to see the end of the story and turn the page Knowing it’s done? You’re everything And I knew it all along in my heart.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Sunshine summer spent cool pool, barefoot, tan with joy I'd jump in again. Along the rough edge, hold the wall to travel safe
By Darby S. Fisher3 years ago in Poets
There is a spot for you and I on a gentle slope Before we reach the valley Where we can stop, hand in hand Beneath the boughs of spring
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Poets
In the rush of emotion, of course we promise. What's mine is ours To have and to hold Sickness/health. Until death us do part.
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Poets
W a t e r s f l o w i n g through my blood once c h u r n e d in the O c e a n T i d e s— the M o o n' s
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Cathedrals arise, lives ever stored. Mazes of tomes on the shelves Binders of time, stories unfold, feathered leaf’s, the universe records.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
This is for the Vocal "Tautogram" Challenge that you can read about here. I must say this is a real challenge, as it will require creators to really have to think about what they are doing.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Since Saturn’s summer solstice Supernova starquakes spread soothing scintillations Spectacular space shows Superluminal seconds spent
By Edoardo Segato-Figueroa3 years ago in Poets
Mostly, my mind marches, messily making mistakes, mishandling matters. Misleading me, making me mad. My mental mismanagement means mixed messages make me moody; miserable. Making me miss memorable moments. Meaning my mates miss me mingling.
By Simon George3 years ago in Poets
