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

I don't make the rules
Starry nights and Sunflower fields adorn The walls of Vlorë On a winter's morning When all flowers still hide From the cold
By Roderick Makim4 days ago in Poets
cosmic reverie
i wish i were born a planet... to constantly bask in elation, synching with nature in a stellar waltz with a blazing star
By Lamar Wiggins5 days ago in Poets
No Word Comes Near Enough. Content Warning.
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belkabout 23 hours ago in Poets
From a Sobeys Parking Lot at the End of the World
Another morning-night-morning shift… the familiar toss up of sunrises: something between poppy-coloured clouds and Bellini-soaked skies...
By sleepy drafts2 days ago in Poets
I Remember the Long Train Rides
I remember the long train rides down the Hudson on those mornings when mist hovered solid over the water like a heavy white duvet.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 days ago in Poets
How We Lost the Time
Impermanent ones did this Made time a construct then a commodity Enshrined it in copyright Carved district zones Grades and delineations for trade
By The Dani Writer2 days ago in Poets
Unrecorded
Not every message deserves a monument. 🐶🤲 Lina taps her phone. Scrolls. Light tweaks transform her face. Her shoulders taut.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 days ago in Poets
The Wind is Surely Asking Something
The wind is surely asking something; it raps meekly on my old window. Should ever I deign to answer it, I fear where it might ask me to go.
By Gabriel Huizenga5 days ago in Poets
Body in Water
My memories remaining young while my body decays, - the beginnings of pains, - my bloodied fingertips carrying your sharpest words.
By Reece Beckett8 days ago in Poets
Revelations Await
Glide into the emerald pillows of grass waves ply your wanders and wonders Breathe in the blushing blue thyme meadow, as it gives way to tawnied garden ground
By John R. Godwin5 days ago in Poets
In My Blind Spot
Pieces of land holding past and present bands visible in my blind spot, blemishes of time causing the past to rewind. Memories never fading
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson5 days ago in Poets
Community Symbiosis
I grew up In the desert, an ecosystem So delicate, every Living thing must be Sturdy to survive The heat, the monsoon
By Bex Jordan7 days ago in Poets