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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Thinking About You
I thought about you today, but that was nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and the day before that too. I thought about the way we kissed,
Ruth CrossPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Bitter Beans and Water
Two scoops, an early rise, Roasted beans and water. Twelve cups, two mugs Bitter beans and water. Tinkling bells, jostling coats
Kathryn BrownPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Gone Away
Gone, whispers the peeling wallpaper. The walls have rotted away by the pursuit Of rainwater and the undeniable dispute Between termites and water vapor.
Emily SchwartzPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Immerse
For anyone who wasn’t already aware, I am worth immersing in. And for those who don’t recognize, Who try to drown me In their detached, weary, disheartening,
Ajone AlinaPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Scentrifugal
Green told me he hates you July is the righthand corner I see Wednesday on the side One is not that lonely, but he won’t admit it
Simone AllenhallPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Kitchen
when time has passed unknowingly my kitchen reminds me it has Molly tells me where the bread is below where the plates used to be, before the ants
Fiachra O'Published 6 years ago in Poets
So, You Want to be a Millennial, Huh?
So, you want to be a millennial? A bipolar bi-centennial? Burdened by crippling debt But yolo no regret Trying a whole world of drugs
Danny KanePublished 6 years ago in Poets
Nine Months and 20 Days
It's been nine months and 20 days since you told me it was over. I didn't believe it when it happened at first, but when it settled I didn't move for three days.
Jessica StewartPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Growing Up
As a child I wanted nothing more than to grow up. To be an adult And live my own life. As a child I wanted nothing more than to be my own person.
Londyn NicholePublished 6 years ago in Poets
Heart-Shaped Dreams and a Splash of Liquor
All I know are tiny heart-shaped dreams, pastel and chalky and melting on my tongue before I can forget how they taste, before I can remember what they say.
Is It Me or What I See?
I see ignorance within the races. Ignorance within elemental places. Like we think the act is what makes us popular with our peers.
Jaecub MatthewsPublished 6 years ago in Poets
P.R.I.D.E.
'P' is for people, 'Cause that's what we are. We all have the same blood, Same organs, same heart. 'R's for respect; It's what we should give.
