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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
We belong to the earth
Feel your breath Wonder at your mind’s eye view Your inner canyons Your oceans and tide's Your inner landscapes and outer worlds
Donna MorganPublished a day ago in Poets
The Facial recognition dilemma
My phone, though inanimate, knows me Facially recognizes me all the time Knowing my every move, knows me Apparently maybe better than I know myself
Novlet AllenPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Burnt out.
My head hurts My eyes burn My hands shake My mind is empty I’m burned out But I can’t take a hiatus There isn’t time for a hiatus
Beau GreenPublished 3 days ago in Poets
Willow Woman, Where Art Thou?
I want to be the woman beneath the weeping willow tree barefoot, blithe, and blissful who sways with the drapes of leaves in the breeze,
Kendra PottsPublished 3 days ago in Poets
Life is a silent illusion
Life is a silent illusion. When I wake up, in the gap of time, I think of those past events that seem far away again. Perhaps everyone has a city in their heart, where the undead are buried. There are their own stories, their own scenery, far or near, happy or sad, and then choose to forget or bury.
Saleha NovaPublished 6 days ago in Poets
Butterflies of Anticipation
BUTTERFLIES OF ANTICIPATION Madam… to have crossed your path is truly a rarity Honor… getting to know you because it was destiny
George FergusonPublished 8 days ago in Poets
Phantom Love
In the summer of 2009, I lost something that was never mine. 13 years have since passed, but the doubt grows ever new, Who was it that entered the classroom,
Syed Arabi KhaliquePublished 11 days ago in Poets
Mom Clothed in Sun
The time that my rage had consumed me entirely I had felt like I was a beast covered in ashes My wrath burned like the stars that birthed new elements in the forges that are fiery
Thavien YliasterPublished 13 days ago in PoetsTo Nigeria From Home
From my kitchen, I travel to exotic Nigeria! I smell the nutty, spicy and salty scent of African Groundnut Stew emanating from my soup pot.
Talia DevoraPublished 15 days ago in Poets
Heart of the Sea
If you have ever shattered and settled on the seafloor like lantern glass, waiting to be brought ashore by the belly
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 17 days ago in PoetsMy Image
I'm allowed to cultivate my own image I'm allowed to cover my canvas in black paint when I want to drown my past I'm allowed to do fast, short strokes of red when I want more passion
Jerica FloydPublished 18 days ago in PoetsI Didn't Fall In Love With You
I didn't fall in love with you because I needed you. I didn't need the way you mumble in your sleep, reaching out to pull me against you.
Adysan KnudsenPublished 19 days ago in Poets
