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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 6 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 6 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 6 months ago in PoetsIndulgence in Innocence
Oh, to indulge and be a child again To drink a glass of milk with chocolate chip cookies And throw away my worries And to feel very zen.
Blank Friday
Staff gets scared... I dared to visit when I could to get it (a new laptop). Just like I said I would... * Store is surrounded...
Kendall DefoePublished 6 months ago in PoetsI Am Her.
At night I would cry because I believed in the boogyman; Alone I would scream because I stopped believing in you. The fight was not lost, you surrendered,
Jollyoddbod PoetryPublished 6 months ago in PoetsGravity
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 6 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
A Parent's Heartbreak
My hands are tied, my heart is breaking * as you lie in the ICU. **************************************** I have
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in Poets Self-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 6 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 6 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 6 months ago in Poets