Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Much wisdom, the weeping willow gave me, in the summers, that it flourished, in a strange garden. * “There is no death”,
By Rasma Raisters8 days ago in Poets
To survive, you must first line your eyes with seduction. * Hide your shades of strength in pants instead of dresses.
By Caitlin Charlton10 days ago in Poets
ℒ𝒪𝒱ℰ ℐ𝒮 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒜 𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒩 Love is not a person you view from afar ensconced like a statue in the corner They can’t rectify your folly
By K.B. Silver 7 days ago in Poets
many times, we ignore what we need. training ourselves to be pleasing, to stay palatable, to be chosen, devaluing our worth so others call us loveable, to get more
By Tina D. Lopez8 days ago in Poets
My dog is a loving, caring soul. Anyone who meets her says so. Such a beaming soul, that everyone she encounters on the street becomes happier.
By Gabriel Shames7 days ago in Poets
When I was younger, I didn't have the words 'Tomboy', they called me I said 'I am a boy' but still 'Tomboy', they called me
By Sapphire Ravenclaw9 days ago in Poets
Pain is unpleasant; we can say it quells our hope, tugs at our heart we wish, we hope, oh, how we pray for solace, change, a brand new start
By Marilyn Glover13 days ago in Poets
You really don’t have to, babe - She used to say that all the fuckin’ time - Like, maybe she thought I never wanted to do anything for her -
By Maura Bernstein12 days ago in Poets
The silence between us is like the ice thickening on the lake of oblivion. I could trudge out to the center from the shore
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Poets
NOTICE: Water is not ICE. The former will drown you, The latter will shoot you When you're unarmed. It might be the stupidest thing
By C. Rommial Butler8 days ago in Poets
Do the skies still align when he isn’t around? Do the clouds start to hang and scratch at your head? Do the streets come to a standstill,
By Reece Beckett9 days ago in Poets
You deserve the stirrings of peace. You should have long inherited the blessings of the land, A place to land, soft and rich,
By Meredith Harmon12 days ago in Poets
