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

A Moment of Magic
Her little hand is close in mine, I squeeze it as we near the time: Our full attention, A ball of gold, Sinking in the mirror sea.
By Britni Pepper3 years ago in Poets
Walking the Dog in Winter . First Place in Get Comfortable Challenge.
The tree holds sky between its branches— a cloud and a blue so intense it reminds me of summer, as if it’s possible for a dying,
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Poets
Hungry Scavenger
The world smells so good when you're hungry, like the malevolent phantoms in the cartoons I can feel the aromas pulling me towards these places. The intoxicating scent of Mexican spices, the comfortable aromas of the good old American burger, and the nostalgic smell of simple unhealthy foods from the fast food joints. But then those same feelings can turn into a miserable assault on the senses when I have no money to buy even a single item off the value menu. And it suddenly turns the feelings of comfort and nostalgia into jealousy and hate. I'm jealous of the people inside the restaurant. I hate how they throw away plates with food left over. My stomach hurts.
By Jacob Harold3 years ago in Poets
Iris Meets the Dragon
Iris Meets the Dragon The Dragon, big and powerful Gave the girl a fright She stood in total silence, Forgotten was her plight
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Who's this letter for?
No one knows her as I do. Only I witnessed her smile the way I do. Only I saw her cry the way she did. Only I see the pain she has to endure.
By serious_mysterious3 years ago in Poets
The Lifetimes Between Us
The party is boring But I’m smiling like The sun is shining on me Because I want you To think that it is ❀ And when they ask me
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
Love / Hate
I look in my mirror and lean in close I can see the vibrancy of my eyes The blue hues shift to green as I turn on the light
By Kiersten Brown3 years ago in Poets
You are my dove
yes I remember the laughs between the layers of our shared verse And the dreams we were dancing with the moon lit curse That hung over my face
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
The Machine
The machine - so necessary for modern life - sits near its companion, unused: its drum empty, its timer silent. What it replaced, the line,
By Denise Davis3 years ago in Poets
Storm Clouds Over Cincinnati
Awake alone and sober in my bed at 2 a.m. Going through my recent camera roll Bizarre How life manages to move so fast and slow at the same damn time
By Tanner Peiffer3 years ago in Poets
Forward
Flipping through the pages of my mind I need something new to find To discover thoughts yet to be written Open up ideas to fit in
By Chris Griesche3 years ago in Poets
I like looking at you in the dark
hmm, we have been trapped like this before A never ending loop of harsh teachers Giving us grades only based on fear And here we are, looping into a madness
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets