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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Gravity
Baby steps of the inept won't get you over that edge. Open your eyes, the ones that cry- self-pity crowds that ledge. ~
Lamar WigginsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsA Parent's Heartbreak
My hands are tied, my heart is breaking * as you lie in the ICU. **************************************** I have
Mother CombsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSelf-Sabotage
Quick Note: As I was writing this I started thinking how preachy it might sound, but ultimately it’s really a message to me and whomever else might be listening. I’d been thinking of self-sabotage a lot the last week in many areas of my life..and came to a few realisations about why I do some things in the way that I do.. i.e operating out of fear rather than confidence etc and thus not attracting many good things because I don’t feel good enough. I think, for some, this is an unfortunate common thread in today’s society and greatly ties in with our true identities versus our perceived shortcomings which lead us to think of ourselves falsely.
nail in the coffin
you were held on puppet strings while I was assigned wipe other people’s butts even though I had more knowledge in my head
Mescaline BrissetPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCaregiver's Dilemma
The unconditional love for parent, grandparent, sibling, child The yearning to heal our loved one Memories of joy and sadness fluctuating from moment to moment.
Kristine MilewskiPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMess around
he did the, “mess around,” Oh boy did he get that right Teeter-tottering just at the brink Can this last dance tear Through the mind-numbing holiday Air that left me In a black hole?
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWrite the good fight
Use your voice write the good fight Spit it out It's a choice To say What needs to be said One you won't have when you're dead
Paul StewartPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTis The Season
Elastic pants and body suits jogging pants and old sweatshirts I tilt my hips to let out a toot a Thanksgiving Day introvert
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in PoetsUntethered
I want the whirring flames to stop I want to find myself again I want to feel my feet touch earth I want to call myself a friend
Thanksgiving Perspectives
Invaders starved, many had died, Natives gifted them aid. Pilgrims after, with greed conspired, Their gracious help betrayed.
J. S. WadePublished 5 months ago in PoetsTime will Reveal
I lost you A long time ago, however, now you have returned to me... I wish it stood a better moment, For me to get caught up in a moment, with you.
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 5 months ago in Poetspaper cranes.
I learnt the shape of you From across a room Memorised it in secret Listened to your voice like rain Breathed it in like petrichor