Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Who is the truth holder in this life? Is it the one with the most possessions, or the one with none? Is the beauty in eyes, the soul or the tongue?
By Izzy Jeanabout a month ago in Poets
Cold, wet snow blankets the ground ❄️ Water rushing beneath a frozen creek 🧊 Rustling leaves swaying in the breeze
By Mother Combsabout a month ago in Poets
Not all things Need to be Spoken aloud Verbal speech Ceaselessly flows Mine spills out Jubilant, expressive Mirroring faces and bodies
By Aspen Marie about a month ago in Poets
When I was about 7 or 8, I planted a tree on a land that’s not mine. It was part of a program, or perhaps, just a holiday inspired by colonization
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a month ago in Poets
Somewhere out there lives a lady, I’m her King without a throne And it’s been this way forever, seems I’m meant to be alone
By Earl W. Pearlabout a month ago in Poets
"Alisha" ~A protector or advocate for people who lack voice or power~ * Taking a look back, on these writings from the last two years.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a month ago in Poets
he was sweet seventeen, i was just a kid, he made me feel more special than my daddy ever did. a folded note slipped into my hand,
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨about a month ago in Poets
We heard the news at the same time When the sounds of silence filled the room. There was no discussion or doubt in my mind
By Alex Torresabout a month ago in Poets
Genuine meteor showers happen while we sleep, behind shrouds of clouds, in the dizzying light of the sun. Thousands upon thousands of shooting stars, streaking wishlessly through the sky
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
They wanted her to drown... Instead, she chose to breathe it in. They wanted her to fail. Instead, she chose to win. 🏆
By Sara Wilsonabout a month ago in Poets
I carry the world. I fix the problems. I find solutions. I'm the problem solver. No one carries me, I carry others. If I receive help, it comes at a cost.
By Lindsey Altomabout a month ago in Poets
I'll wake at dawn and greet the sun, I'll meal prep every day! I'll finally get those abs I want By, let's say, mid-May.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
