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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Alphabet Soup Of Life
Abound amongst adversities. Bloom beyond boundaries. Covet complex compliments. Dance during darkness. Embrace evening elegance.
Stephanie J. BradberryPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBella Ballerina
Before becoming blindly branded Be bodacious Bloom blissfully Breathe benevolence Bring brighter beginnings Bask beside butterflies
C. H. RichardPublished 3 days ago in PoetsSempiternal Sanguinity
Sempiternal Sanguinity Seditious secrets stimulating, shackle sincere serendipitous souls. Sociopathic sins, sensations stole.
Scott WadePublished 2 days ago in PoetsMiriam the Butterfly 🦋
Magical Miriam, Mastered many masterclasses, Mostly mercurial majesty, minding Mindful magnificence, Milky mothering moments,
TRENDING
Tall talented Tess teaches trigonometry. Tight Texas traffic triggers tympanometry. Twenty Texas top-notch teachers test.
Babs IversonPublished 6 days ago in PoetsShe loved me
She loved me in ways, I couldn't explain in ways I could only experience She carried me away in moments, I couldn't believe
The Invisible WriterPublished 4 days ago in PoetsMy Crush☺️
I only came over just to hear your voice... And to see your face, I got a crush on you That I Can't Escape... Gazing into your sights
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 6 days ago in Poets
Sorcerer's Moon
Whispered incantations cast In darkened, secret rooms Will linger 'til this night has passed, And Morning Glory blooms.
Dana CrandellPublished 6 days ago in PoetsWeeds
We wait watching, wonderous wager why’s wishing - whispered warnings we want wantonness wounded waltzes willful whirlwinds
Dana StewartPublished 6 days ago in PoetsW.
Watching waiting wishing wistfully Wanting waning wondering wickedly Working warring waging woefully Worship warlords wrecking
Dean F. HardyPublished 7 days ago in Poets
numb
sometimes i feel numb to it all. i see life whirring by in moving pictures, scenes zipping past. everything's a blur
Heather HublerPublished 9 days ago in PoetsMagic Hour
When The Sun Melts behind the shorelines… I become alive… My Heart becomes Ample to take a diversified approach. Maybe for love
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 8 days ago in Poets
