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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Her
She was a borderline fanatic searching for the smallest of details, that seemed to but warm her heart. A relentless girl longing to find a way of keeping alive, as everyday she grasped tighter and tighter to that leash of what it was to live beyond her own mundane and repetitive schedule.
Fatima ElmusbahiPublished 5 years ago in PoetsExperiences in Poetry
I am a poet. I don't have any books published, but I am a poet. When I sit down to write, it's what comes easiest. The fiction I write often comes from poems or turns into poems or, at the very least, is poetic. I love poetry.
Katherine J. ZumpanoPublished 5 years ago in PoetsBefore the Rice Plant Becomes
There is an undeniable parallel between the history of rice and skin colour. It reminds us that darkness equates to filth, and this is stems from classism. Brown rice had a history of being cheap pig food. Evidently, it became unfathomable for humans to consider eating something meant for a farm animal.
Lenora HuỳnhPublished 5 years ago in PoetsOne Day
We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower And hold our heads lower. Our hopes will be so far above us, I swear, they touch the heavens.
Stop a Bullet with a Poem
Stop A Bullet with A Poem If I could stop a bullet with a poem I would. If I could save one life with a poem I would. I’d throw each word like a disk or a shield aiming straight at bullets from 45s and 22s that has black, white, and brown families singing the blues, singing the blues.
Christopher SimsPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMetamorphosis
I rise from the ashes After scorching the lies of my youth I come to terms, realize It’s okay to be a mess I no longer have to evade my truth
meka carterPublished 5 years ago in PoetsOutline
You don’t know the first thing about strength, When the battle gets too hard, you run away. Put others before yourself in harm’s way,
heaven youngPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHello, December
Hello, December, how've you been? It's been a while since we last met; we should catch up, spend time together while we can.
Katherine J. ZumpanoPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Spy and the Bird
(I'm working on publishing a poetry collection with a whole bunch of new poems so I haven't uploaded anything on here for a while. In the meantime, my little brother wanted to try and write a poem with me and this is what we came up with LOL.)
Eggshell Treadmill
I feel things that shouldn't matter But they do to me, and I don't want them to Which makes me want to punch a wall I feel like the world is a treadmill
Violet P. DaviesPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHealing Scars yet Healing... Scars
Healing scars. -A masterpiece? Receive the master's peace. The chains of the past once bruised my ankles Ensuring I never moved
Adam KhamisPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWalking Away
He called me today I had no words to say My anger still brimming from days long gone away What am I to say It's you that pushed me away
Rhenato AmayamotoPublished 6 years ago in Poets