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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Another Day
briiiing. briiiing. slap. turn off the alarm clock. get up. brush. wash your face. fill a mug with water. trudge to your desk.
Money Isn’t Everything (If You Have Enough of It)
A smile is a nice thing to wear on your face, but it won’t put food on your table. You say not to worry ‘bout my lack of money?
Jupiter GrantPublished 7 days ago in PoetsThe Painting
The painting hanging on the wall With its multicolored hues Brings forth an evocation of the time That I spent loving you.
Paul DouglasPublished 10 days ago in PoetsCreatively Re-use And Re-cycle
When the stresses in my life start to get too much I need relief and thats when I get my creative on, To make something that’s both physical and mental
Colleen MillsteedPublished 15 days ago in Poets
Nineteen Years
Nineteen and afraid because she finally became nothing—ghostly, wading past her prime, time’s ebb and flow slowly
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 18 days ago in PoetsA Child’s Fantasy
Once upon a blissful youth, I dreamed of adventure Stories of fairies fighting trolls and tales of dragon gold Riches beyond number and an incredible journey every slumber
Jennah CaseyPublished 25 days ago in Poets
Emma's Word of the Day
I have done "Word of the Day" on Facebook for almost 10 years and I have decided to start sharing my words of the day with you now.
Emma DatsonPublished 29 days ago in PoetsYou're Welcome
You probably don't know the whole story, he probably fabricated most of it I suppose, but I'm the broken woman who taught him everything he knows.
Korreain JohnsonPublished 29 days ago in Poets
The Magic Horns
In a magical forest, small children would play, Skipping hand in hand, all night and all day. These children were different, with horns on their heads.
Meghan WattPublished about a month ago in Poets
Things that look like things
I have always loved simple rhyming stories for small children, especially when they are a little bit goofy and imaginative.
Michèle NardelliPublished about a month ago in Poets
Innocence of the Innocent
Innocence of the Innocent December 14, 2012 Simple, and so complex Simple and yet It can’t be recreated It can’t be substantiated
My Dearest Little One
I’ll admit sometimes I don’t want kids. Not because I don’t like children. I love kids. And I would love to have a family. But I feel like it is irresponsible of me to have kids. That I am bringing someone into this world that is going to have to deal with the consequences of my decisions even when I’m no longer here.
Erin N HandPublished about a month ago in Poets
