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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Let's Just Eat Croissants Together
I want to eat breakfast with you in the park, where we slept all night. I’d rather that, than spend a night in a swanky Paris hotel
Teresa RentonPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe World Spins On
Alone, I stand in this vast expanse, A solitary figure in a silent dance. No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Invisible walls, my heart's austere.
Sounds in the Night
Sounds in the Night There are monsters in my closet, And hiding under my bed. “It’s just your imagination” “Go to sleep, it’s all in your head”
Nicole PostonPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBiscuit
We bought a little robot To help us clean the floor. It wasn't real expensive, We could have spent much more, * But all the bells and whistles,
Dana CrandellPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFullness
For years after I came out my mother would ask me if I was sick. "You're too skinny," she would say. It was an accusation more than an observation.
F Cade SwansonPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSpecial little pill
I'm trembling in the car outside of the ER. ___I think I'm dying ___or maybe I'm losing control of my mind ___or perhaps it's a heart attack
K. KocheryanPublished 5 months ago in PoetsUp The Stairway
Up the stairway And through the hallway Lie a very rich old man He was a stringy little maggot They called him Scrooge in the end
Sarah DanaherPublished 5 months ago in PoetsI notice you.
"It's in stone." you used to say about your plans. "Stones break." I would proclaim. "Not this stone." You said it so certainly.
- First Place in Identity Challenge
You, I, and She
You, I, and she wait in the car for our story to change. It’s rainy, always rain. The chill bites to the bones like
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 5 months ago in Poets Layered in Smooth.
Smooth is beyond the word heard but the emotions felt. How you dance with compassion to a violin in minor creating a frequency that ushers to the soul.
Wendoly velazquezPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe course of true love
I choose how to use the striated muscles of my arms, Who to reach for, when to hold myself, But the smooth muscles of my gut I do not control,
Hannah MoorePublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Walk of Life
Heartbreak, Agonising pain, Grief, Sorrow, Depth of depression. ** Joy of anticipation, Laughter from the belly, Happiness,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 5 months ago in Poets