Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Light of History
Memories and flashbacks are scattered on the floor As images of the present barricade the door. I stare at the ceiling into stars of the future kind
Poetry + Journaling + Scissors = Happiness
Some people search their whole lives for the meaning of happiness. We ask questions like: • What makes you happy? • How to find the true meaning of happiness?
The Cut-up Poem
WRITING A CENTO Writing is my passion, my craft, my life, my hobby, my career, and so on. It constantly supplies me with love, happiness, and overwhelming stress (do any of your loves and passions not stress you out?). The best part about writing is the challenging intensity that comes with constantly creating new art and life through words.
Hey Mumma, it's me. Feelin' a little lost, are ya, honey? Thinkin' you're gonna take off then honey? But Mumma, you know. That I'll always be okay, and that I'll come back to you one day. Chase your dreams, Mumma, that's what you say. A lesson you taught me, taught me to get me where I am today.
I Was The Guest and He Was The Honor
Many hours in the Rover Crossing landscapes Roadside towns and fields of tea. *** Oh the turning heads and big brown eyes
Sonnet for My Father
“Fickle dancer of mine pumped up my thighs with helium,” I say. Helium, strange word to use for love, but it can disguise
Stepping softly into cold winter’s night When trees are just sulking ghosts in the snow Shadows surround me and the cold wind bites
Love in June
In June, the blooms reflected like fair stars; we walked the woods by the cool, gentle stream. She whispered to me the secrets of her heart;
Life in Rosa Mexicano
Bright blood gallops fierce and free through the veins of every Latin heart. The substance that fuels dance, and a burning passion for being alive.
The Evergreen Painting
When he died My saturation fell to twenty percent Days faded like a sepia movie With him all life's color left . But then simple things
The 33 Poems I Wrote for Vocal’s True Colors Challenge
I did something I did not expect: in a two-week span I wrote over thirty poems all around the themes of colors and uniqueness (specifically, things that make me unique). While some came out better than others—though you can be the judge—I wanted to compile them all somewhere just so that there's a marker for this momentous (?) occasion. (I know it only matters to me, but still.)
The Color in My Soul
The Color in My Soul The idea of color seems so simple. It's everywhere we look. But how simple is it, really, when you're not speaking of a book