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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A Rite that Begins After it is Reached
We rose towards the light. Beasts (Royals, Sovereigns, Kings) that ruled without coronation. We fell when it became too bright.
K. KocheryanPublished 6 days ago in PoetsMy Emotional Support Dinosaur
I bring it with me always Everywhere I go To work, to shops, to parties, Because it takes away my woe. I scarcely need to feed it,
J. R. LowePublished 5 days ago in Poetsdeferred notes on faith deconstruction (a poem in five parts)
1) air hunger that heralds May limping into June, waiting for a baptism not unlike the one I had at 15 when I knew nothing of self-love
Remember Me
I. Warm, warm, my milk flowered breath bears fresh laden scents of my mothers breast. . Precious, precious, I toddle to and fro,
J. S. WadePublished 7 days ago in PoetsYou Don't Need To Be Whole To Shine
The waning crescent moon whispers so low, "You need not be complete to cast your light," In fragments, still you glow, still you bestow.
One Step
“Focus on the step in front of you and not the whole staircase” Sometimes, a project looks impossible. We look ahead,
Ruth Elizabeth StiffPublished 10 days ago in PoetsGrief is an Animal
I will not discuss how you went, Not how I found you, nor the tears that I spent. I will not talk about the sound I made,
Valerie TaylorPublished 12 days ago in PoetsBluebell glade
Bluebells and bracken in a cool forest glade, Trees providing much needed shade. Two butterflies flutter as if in a race Flying right past me, with soft gentle grace.
Sarah Fiander HarrisonPublished 14 days ago in PoetsThe All Powerful Imagination
Ben spent the whole day digging in the dirt, and found what he thought was a stone. He yelled to his brother, "hey, look at this Kurt!”
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 10 days ago in PoetsLinda
I prefer the nurse with a rasp for a voice. She knows it all- has seen your bottom, and does not care. She has
Rebecca SiemeringPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGood Enough
Sweetheart those russet orbs Settling inside your eyes, Those aren't boring as you say. Glint resembles the fireflies Tea, honey and sweet lies. Anxious to capture it's prey.
Sumayya SharminPublished 12 days ago in PoetsStegosaurus Sophie
You don’t see me, do you? So carefully posed in parched contempt. This is survival beyond injury and death, all these plates and spikes. This
Rae SolacePublished 10 days ago in Poets