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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Forty Lines of Love
I look amongst my childhood shelves, behind a cupboard door Of memory, as it smoothly delves to times of long before Before I knew the things I now know I just didn’t know
Ward NorcuttPublished about a month ago in PoetsLeap and Burn
I came five minutes early today. What made me do that? Maybe I'm hoping, like me, you can't stay away. *** Red and white, a most beautiful bouquet.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished about a month ago in PoetsI still have nothing to compare to your eyes
Why would I tell you I love you when I could tell you the truth? That I have wanted you more than anything; that you were all I thought about for months.
TheSpinstressPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe View Is Dear
This mountain breeze So soothing Water cold like freeze So refreshing. The stars are out Lighting up my world As seeds of hope sprout
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published about a month ago in PoetsThen She Bit Me
[Verse 1] well, she shuffled up to me and then she went straight for my neck she looked kinda decayed and so i thought “what the heck”
Scent from the Window
They say the sense of smell evokes the strongest memories, Powerful enough to transport you back in time, To a time when you were young, innocent, and free,
Kevin McLaughlinPublished about a month ago in Poetsunspirited away
On the top of the mountain you promised there was silence, the crickets wouldn't dare [-] ten thousands steps ten thousands gates
- Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge
Tayta's Simsmiyeh
Growing up biracial meant I was exposed to foods galore. Fattoush, ghuma, hummus, mujadara, Waraq enab and more. The aroma of sizzling onions with garlic and olive oil
Claire von HavenPublished about a month ago in Poets The Scurry
The tips of your hair soak up Your spine melts at the vision of me, you want to tell me everything; show me everything about this world as if I haven’t lived,
Ella ValentinePublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Valedictory of a golden beach
On a warm evening, a boy about nineteen, on a broken canoe, was enjoying the beauty, of the last dive of the sun.. Then suddenly,
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished about a month ago in PoetsFried Love & Traditions
Saturday morning hit Hit the school bells, please. I want to split Split the air and hurry home Home where Mama’s prepared lunch
Lily SéjorPublished about a month ago in PoetsPetals In The Snow
petals unfurl, penetrating the ground emerging through once stifled soil piercing the frozen grip of winters crown waking beauty displayed to be found
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a month ago in Poets