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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Fields of Heather
We walk through the trees, across the winding bend, Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend. Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore,
Holly BushnellPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHe
He walks down the hallway, Hears "she" and "her," And it burns a hole into his soul, Already wounded by pain and hate for who he is,
Eric RagsdalePublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Weapon
I possess a weapon. That's right. You read that correctly. I have a weapon. It's perfectly legal, Yet it's more powerful
Matt MartinPublished 6 years ago in PoetsD Day
Decorated distractions Doused with decadence and despair Dreams of the disconnected Dissipating into thin air Directing the diverse
Mike WaywardPublished 6 years ago in PoetsNight Rise
They say that night falls. They are mistaken. It rises from the land slowly like litmus in water. Unfurling inky tendrils of blue, reaching out and up to color the world in shades of mystery.
Lynn StadelPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThinking 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 PoetsBitter 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 PoetsGone 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 PoetsImmerse
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 PoetsScentrifugal
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 PoetsKitchen
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 7 years ago in PoetsSo, 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 7 years ago in Poets