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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Lost Wind
she is used to this it has always been like this wind gently dancing in through the windows she was lying beside him,
Leigh FisherPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSpring Peepers
Their voices bounced back and forth amongst the birches. The swampy water sucked my feet into a silty stew. I waded through the water
Melynie FerrariPublished 6 years ago in Poets500 Miles
I love you So such powerful words that carry so much weight in this world. It’s like their sheer utterance have a physicsl weight that can be measured
Noah HagedornPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBrewDog
To quench a real thirst There is one beer I turn to first It's the delectable liquid nectar From the brewery we all get set to
W. R. Rodriquez's Words Guide Readers Through the Beautiful Bronx
W. R. Rodriquez's Concrete Pastures of the Beautiful Bronx was written ten years ago but it could have stepped off the presses today. Its passion is streaked with cynicism and yet this collection is filled with a bleeding kind of joy.
Laura DiNovis BerryPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPositive Effects of Poetry
Over the past few years, I have suffered from depression and anxiety. All the while, I have been a poetry enthusiast and I write in my spare time. After a session of writing, I felt tranquil and calm. This begs the question; does writing poetry benefit mental health?
Katharin CrewsonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsGames
How long are we going to do this? How long are we going to sit in this empty room, our eyes locked in an invisible trance?
LaNina JonesPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhere Her Skeletons Hide
My heart beats faster each time I see her. I don't even know her name. I try to remember her features as if each time I see her could be the last time.
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 6 years ago in PoetsReborn
Nights go by like birds in flight sweeping past me violently. The nights are long and cold in this little room. The mornings so violently
Becca MaharPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFor My Human
Since I can’t talk, I try to listen a lot I kinda can’t write either, but who really needs to do that? I see the real you from down here on all fours
Nattalie GordonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCandy Now
Candy now, play and smile, Cry, lie and deny being tired, Sleep, fight and pretend to be a man, Do all these things now that you can.
Ocean of Hate
a cold ocean of hate, filled with feelings, that you would never portray. you pick up new thoughts, you boast your new words,
Sophia MariePublished 6 years ago in Poets