Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
We are the ones who are there when you are down We wait for you when you’re not around We know if you go out, you will always return
By Calvin Londonabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Inspired by the ROCK: If the world smiled Humanity would be the fucking plaque Colonizing every surface The popcorn kernel chipping its teeth
By Sean A.3 days ago in Poets
When everything feels out of reach Hold onto the one thing that isn't And then Let it go Let it all go Let go of the wanting
By Tanya Lei2 days ago in Poets
You hate, When I am right, and when I am wrong, When sodden swamps to me are crystalline waters to you, When crowning a champion is more important than cooperation.
By Kenny Penn2 days ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combs2 days ago in Poets
the problem with pain is we can only truly know our own in our attempts to understand others we compare it to historical data
By K.B. Silver 6 days ago in Poets
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charlton6 days ago in Poets
Everyone brings flowers for the dead. The flowers are dead, too. Even if they don’t know it yet. You’ll feel better once you wash your face.
By Sean8 days ago in Poets
As a boxer in your ring I would fight for you but never against you unless I must fight for us . As a dancer on your stage
By Justin Keeling4 days ago in Poets
Something sits at the end of my tongue. A memory that is unable to form into words. A distant train bellows with the same frustration that pollutes the whites of my eyes.
By Amanda Abela5 days ago in Poets
Brothers & Sisters Of Light: We must rise above hate and choose love even when the cold-hearted don't... We must refrain from being loud & wrong and do the things that hatefulness won't...
By Tiffany Gordon5 days ago in Poets
sit in the doorway peach trees foretelling their bloom last year’s jam on toast * I wait for the peach trees to bloom. The buds are swelled and fuzzy, a soft pale green.
By Natalie Wilkinson6 days ago in Poets
