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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Salt
Salt. The way it hits your baritone mood, your slippery tongue, The way your morose passions were lit up inside like an erupting avalanche of hellfire
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 8 months ago in Poets~~Coco Truly Rocks!!!!~~
Hi All, I wanted to share a short acrostic poem that I wrote for my doll daughter Cabria, to showcase just how special she is and to demonstrate the impact that she has had on my life journey.
Tiffany GordonPublished 8 months ago in PoetsPaper Cuts
last night i dreamt of spilt bourbon angry hands swept a see through sea of glass from a table fallen out of favour perhaps
Lollipop
Lollipop 🍭 Radiant, -Luminous Bright, And -Sweet… Lollipop- Oh, Lollipop- My favorite Treat… During Snack time and after I Eat.
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 8 months ago in PoetsThe Wolves Are Howling
The wolves are howling again, As the dark, night crept in. She hid inside the house with a crooked smile. The lone moon began to creep up into the sky as the wolves began to grow wild.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 8 months ago in PoetsTo Dust All Return
She knew that she was not immortal. She was constantly falling like a leaf; someday she would hit the ground. Autumn trees on the roadside blushed to see her pass,
Carly BushPublished 8 months ago in Poetsthe victim
I’m being bullied I have to leave! These people are mean There is no reprieve . Oh but wait, Before I do, Let me rant and
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 8 months ago in PoetsFreedom of Language
These ideas forever floating around my mind Distorted by the lack of expression Essence of words formed with no language
Mohammed DarasiPublished 8 months ago in PoetsCreature of the Night
I have become a creature of the night No longer sleeping to meet the dawn But instead spending my days anticipating
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished 8 months ago in PoetsErubescence
Rayna was obsessed with the colour Red Tristan badly wanted to lock her in wed He took a knife to his heart She stopped to admire the art
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWriting Ekphrastic Haiku in Liturgical Time
Dear Elizabeth, On my usual walk to Greynolds Park, searching for something, as Bashō said, that would make “my mind leap,” I thought about your Facebook post on October 2, 2023: “Today is the Feast of the Holy Guardian Angels.”
Geoffrey PhilpPublished 8 months ago in PoetsLaundry Love
My heart still lifts and my shoulders relax When you tell me you love me. I hope those words never stop. - I smile in the morning when I see my coffee cup
Judey KalchikPublished 8 months ago in Poets