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

Suicide
I thought about it. . I thought about a family friend who jumped off an overpass because no one had the patience to accompany a manic depressive
By Poetry Landscapes4 years ago in Poets
Wondering Through Life
I often spend time wondering if I will ever go to Greece, It’s on my list of places I want to visit, of places I think it would be amazing to
By Abby Jacobsen4 years ago in Poets
Memories Done And Dusted
Certain memories haunt me Causing me to re-live the pain, Heartbreak, sorrow and anger But there’s nothing left to gain.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Hot sidewalk beneath my feet
Cheap wine sloshes and stains my favorite coffee cup Hot sidewalk beneath my feet, sticky summer air envelopes me like an unwanted embrace
By Laura McClure4 years ago in Poets
Working Hands
I look at my hands often. They are beautiful. Everyone says I have my mother’s hands. Mom was always gentlest with me.
By Christina Jeong4 years ago in Poets
Home First Breathes Within Ourselves
I didn’t just tiptoe gracefully into love with you; I spiraled into the delirious clashing of two furious tidal waves with untrusting eyes wide open - eager to create shared magic on the blank canvas of us. Intentionally and with the careless exhaustion of a gun-shy heart. “Just one foot in front of the other,” I whispered to my weary soul. It’s what we bend to unquestionably in the midst of unnerving chaos.
By Lauren Schussler4 years ago in Poets
Biscuits
Warm scents of biscuits in my room, awoke me in the morning. I showered, dressed and hugged my mom, my safe haven, and my home
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Poets
An Ode To Inside Jokes
I think most inside jokes are memories you share with the people who were there when shit hit the fan and the people who proudly held your hand when you were not even nearly your best.
By Amber Grace4 years ago in Poets
it’s 2007 and i think i know about nostalgia
my middle grade dimpled darling named tuesday is dating our friend daniel / but that’s not really the point here / the point is she is legs crossed
By Emily Long (she/they)4 years ago in Poets
Steps We Take
Take one step then another and another, but never are they taken together ebbing and flowing one and then the other first and then following
By Abby Jacobsen4 years ago in Poets
It's Not What I Lack
Why am I not her? Is it because her skin is lighter And more appealing? Her eyes brighter, and filled With something mine don’t have?
By Kayla Jefferson4 years ago in Poets
My writing is my home
My writing is my home. Sometimes it's warm and cozy like a lover's bed. Another time, a dizzy rabbit hole. I write about feelings,
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets