Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Emptiness is all that I feel, Silence my only friend. My bed cold and the world silent, The day has come to end. At first, I felt very hopeful,
By Emilie Turner2 years ago in Poets
They all bled rainbows The beginning of the month felt bright and new Politicians spoke of love Companies pushed for acceptance
By CyCy2 years ago in Poets
I believe in soulmates now I look at you and I only see you the strength of emotion I feel for you could never fade
By Hufflecup2 years ago in Poets
It's that Tuesday, After that Monday When everyone was high on life–celebrating, When normal was tucked away and everything was special.
By Heather Hubler2 years ago in Poets
As predicted I’ve been convicted of feeling sick in the head I wish you’d put me to bed So, I can wake up in sheets made of satin and honey sweet dreams
By Jeffrey Sparks2 years ago in Poets
Invites and encouragement I declined, Confused expressions are what I find, From youthful exuberance eager to go, And watch the corporate pageantry all for show,
By Emma Edwins (R.T. Edwins)2 years ago in Poets
After Pride Month is over Fear and prejudice does not abate There are still battles to be fought Everyday, at home, at work, at school and social
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Poets
All the world's a stage And we are merely players, Or, so the story goes. But when the action stops, And the music fades,
By Misty Rae2 years ago in Poets
Putting pressure on the petals, sensing a familiar finesse, under the languid & listless rolling rains, tiny rivulets annex with their sisters,
By Jon Bayliss2 years ago in Poets
It starts... It starts with a rainbow. With colors dripping down my face in a rain of pride and acceptance. It starts with a community.
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
First place recipient of the David Middleton Poetry Award. Previously published in The Mosaic Literary Magazine. *** I don't write for you.
By Lena Folkert2 years ago in Poets
I wish I could write anything about rage but I can only write about wanting things I will never have since things in the past can’t be changed or given
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets