Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
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. Lopezabout a month 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 Shamesabout a month 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 Ravenclawabout a month 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 Gloverabout a month 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 Bernsteinabout a month 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 Wilkinsonabout a month 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 Butlerabout a month 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 Beckettabout a month 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 Harmonabout a month ago in Poets
So you wish to be a king? First, there’s something you must know… How not to be a king is written down below. ***
By Simon Georgeabout a month ago in Poets
That feeling Can you sense it? It approaches softly So quiet, so sudden no words it will speak you won't know its there
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Poets
A green cocoon hung from my grandfather’s bicycle. I watched, wide-eyed, as he whispered to me about what was happening in there.
By Mezmurabout a month ago in Poets
