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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
On Being a Man
“You’re a pretty big wheel, ain’t you?” my grandfather asks. Words tossed my way from a green armchair in the dark corner of the front room
F Cade SwansonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsExistential Evanescence
Favorite: Evanescence The eventual & inevitable fate of all At least this side of eternity. . Least: Existence
Randy Wayne Jellison-KnockPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFor A Moment
It's all happening so fast, but all in the best ways. Every morning I wake up to your texts wishing me a wonderful day, then some sort of compliment about me to follow.
Angel AdagioPublished 4 days ago in Poetsthe truth sits heavy
whatever didn't wake the monster, was most likely my afternoon food of choice. a silent snack, on silent feet, tiptoeing through the hall,
Heather HublerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsSonder
Nervous whispers in a busy place. Before his eyes, a hundred lives have passed, a hundred people all going their different ways. The weight of it is crushing to the sleep-deprived mind. The weight of knowing, without being able to feel, that every weary traveller he sees is just as real and complete as him. That every over-tired passerby who skates past or slightly lingers near where he sits and writes is just the same. Hiding truths and potentials no one else will ever come to know.
Alexander McEvoyPublished 3 days ago in PoetsOne Moment, For Today
Stop for one minute. Listen to a bird singing its song, Watch the sunrise, Telling you the day has just begun. Cherish a hug from your children before
Carol TownendPublished 2 days ago in PoetsQueen Jane
It’s just you and me, Queen Jane Trapped like flies in a rosewood morning. Lemon light slides down the wall; Almost made it to that corner now
Jean McKinneyPublished 3 days ago in PoetsPickled Herring with My Dad
When I was three, my dad sat on the edge of my bed many nights after placing a plate of our favorite snack by my ballerina music box, and then delved into Treasure Island or Nancy Drew.
Lacy Loar-GruenlerPublished 4 days ago in PoetsINTO THE WILD.
I am not a well-behaved woman You will find me dancing along the edges of discomfort
Catherine NyomendaPublished 10 days ago in PoetsFollow Your Feet
Mine have guided me, back and forth, here and there, not quite everywhere. To a hundred new places, to discover favourite spaces,
Negomi Oak RhettsPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSigurd's Dream
The dead greeted me in the early morning with their delicate songs of Valhalla, as the wind awoke me from my blinding dreams of paradise.
Weirdo
It’s a challenge, this “be a better version of myself” thing, it really puts my head in a spin, I mean I’m a weirdo, I’m definitely no hero, but I just wanna be free and express myself in poetry,
Jess BoyesPublished 5 days ago in Poets