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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

Rara Avis
That emerald you excavated under the backyard magnolia- Did it merit well? Enshrined Lilywhite Sessions CD in a dirty bin on Third St.-
By Modest Nomad3 years ago in Poets
The Shoah
If walls could talk: We would have screamed for mercy. Begged, cried and pleaded for release. Provided help and aid. We would have sent out warnings, to stand up and fight, or run. We would have guarded, as a refuge of protection. Crumbled in protest.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Smoke Signal Rising. First Place in Quadru-haiku Challenge.
My wounds gather stones and blindly build walls. Alone, can’t chisel their hold. // Flame of my spirit dimmed, closed in by my trowel-
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
American Northwest Summer (on Mountainside). Second Place in Quadru-haiku Challenge.
Rain pounds roses from the earth; wind-swept flames wear them as a scorched perfume.
By T.R. Tadhg3 years ago in Poets
If Walls Could Talk, Could We Hear Them?
If The Wall(s) could talk, could we hear them, even if they were on The Dark Side of The Moon? How would we know? Would they ring a Division Bell that called Animals
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Rarities
Living centurions. 4 leaf clovers. Lifetime love. Fresh leftovers. Shooting stars. Volcanic eruptions. Solar eclipses.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Emotional Vampire
Thoughts are racing Emotions are void Here we go One more exploit Living on the edge Way past extreme You're scared as hell
By Jim Moon3 years ago in Poets
DEVIL'S CIGAR
Mushrooms can be poisonous or edible you see. However, the Devil's Cigar was a surprise to me. It looks like a fuzzy brown cigar growing from the ground.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
You Are Not An Anonymuncule
Let me out, let me out I want to scream and shout "What if the world is not ready? What if the world feels unsteady?"
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Our Ways of Breathing
If I'm honest, most days there's a lump of clay on my chest, and the only way to breathe is through eating it.
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
Precious Moments
Gentle essences, your baby skin, first gurgles of your breath, your tiny fingers in my hand the moment I kissed your head.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
Doesn’t Play Well With Others
It seems our demons cannot get along Your demons don’t play with others very well Mine have resigned themselves to a quiet place
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets