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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Tayta's Simsmiyeh
Growing up biracial meant I was exposed to foods galore. Fattoush, ghuma, hummus, mujadara, Waraq enab and more. The aroma of sizzling onions with garlic and olive oil
Claire von HavenPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Scurry
The tips of your hair soak up Your spine melts at the vision of me, you want to tell me everything; show me everything about this world as if I haven’t lived,
Ella ValentinePublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Valedictory of a golden beach
On a warm evening, a boy about nineteen, on a broken canoe, was enjoying the beauty, of the last dive of the sun.. Then suddenly,
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFried Love & Traditions
Saturday morning hit Hit the school bells, please. I want to split Split the air and hurry home Home where Mama’s prepared lunch
Lily SéjorPublished 2 months ago in PoetsPetals In The Snow
petals unfurl, penetrating the ground emerging through once stifled soil piercing the frozen grip of winters crown waking beauty displayed to be found
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsUnsaid Tulip
What is love without hurt? What is faith without doubt? What's laughter without pain? What's moving on without being stuck?
Harydo NeonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsChar~act~er
There is great purpose in suffering and man's toil... I'll figure it out. ~ ~ Character grows strong
Rowan FinleyPublished 2 months ago in PoetsCosta Brava
Wild coast of sun-kissed skin Glittering sea at dusk Darling swirling a grin Bang lit moon, take a spin Bare-skinned adventuresome Saltwater swim of sin
Musings of a MusePublished 2 months ago in PoetsI Confess
Where do I begin, but with an apology if I was not the daughter you had hoped for or wanted me to be. Then you sent a birthday card.
alphabet soup
A bowl full of letters brothy and warm curing the soul down to the bone Enjoying the alphabet from A to Z gathering of figures
Just Breathe
Breathe in. It hurts, I know. You feel the pain pulsing in your rib cage, spilling over the edges of your day and pooling at the bottom of your gut.
D.S. FisichellaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsARFID
Chemicals in a can. There's no tagline about containing Real Cheese Because there's no semblance Of anything real, And to say so would be a lie,
Rachel Hannah FendrichPublished 3 months ago in Poets