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

Money Isn’t Everything (If You Have Enough of It)
A smile is a nice thing to wear on your face, but it won’t put food on your table. You say not to worry ‘bout my lack of money?
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Poets
The Painting
The painting hanging on the wall With its multicolored hues Brings forth an evocation of the time That I spent loving you.
By Paul Douglas5 years ago in Poets
Creatively Re-use And Re-cycle
When the stresses in my life start to get too much I need relief and thats when I get my creative on, To make something that’s both physical and mental
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Nineteen Years
Nineteen and afraid because she finally became nothing—ghostly, wading past her prime, time’s ebb and flow slowly
By Sam Eliza Green5 years ago in Poets
A Child’s Fantasy
Once upon a blissful youth, I dreamed of adventure Stories of fairies fighting trolls and tales of dragon gold Riches beyond number and an incredible journey every slumber
By Jennah Casey 5 years ago in Poets
Emma's Word of the Day
I have done "Word of the Day" on Facebook for almost 10 years and I have decided to start sharing my words of the day with you now.
By Emma Datson5 years ago in Poets
You're Welcome
You probably don't know the whole story, he probably fabricated most of it I suppose, but I'm the broken woman who taught him everything he knows.
By Korreain Johnson5 years ago in Poets
The Magic Horns
In a magical forest, small children would play, Skipping hand in hand, all night and all day. These children were different, with horns on their heads.
By Meghan Watt5 years ago in Poets
Things that look like things
I have always loved simple rhyming stories for small children, especially when they are a little bit goofy and imaginative.
By Michèle Nardelli5 years ago in Poets
Innocence of the Innocent
Innocence of the Innocent December 14, 2012 Simple, and so complex Simple and yet It can’t be recreated It can’t be substantiated
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Poets
Lost in the Light
My Dad always said he knew I was going to be an artist because I was crying before I had even completely left the womb. He said he used to write down the words I would speak out loud before I learned how to put a pen to paper because he knew that once I knew how, I would start writing poetry. And I did. He was a writer too. Not a crazy famous one or anything, but his poetry did get published into a few books.
By River Gilliam 5 years ago in Poets
The Light of History
Memories and flashbacks are scattered on the floor As images of the present barricade the door. I stare at the ceiling into stars of the future kind
By Patrick O'Connor5 years ago in Poets