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

A Balanced Understanding
“I’m not here to be average. I am here to be awesome.” Every single one of us is unique and special. We live in a society
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout 9 hours ago in Poets
REEEEEEEEE!
I'm on a low road right now. There are a literal million things to do and not one of them worth my time. I would rather sit in place and burn but the orbit takes me on its inevitable route 'round the center; and I a center in my own right, around which others orbit, and so on and so forth, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Dream a Dream Full of Wishes
Dreams are special wishes, that make golden memories. Dreams are for the daring - who don’t worry about tomorrows, that are not promised to anyone.
By Rasma Raisters2 days ago in Poets
Full Time Job + Writer = Struggle
8 hour tokens Cash in for food and shelter No time for magic. --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae5 days ago in Poets
Gaslighting the gaslighting the gaslighting
I’m beyond furious but I must pretend I have no mouth and I cannot speak I have chosen to stay with the person that ripped apart my heart, ripped up my face, ripped up my hair, torn through my skin
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 days ago in Poets
No Escape, No Return
I claw and scrape, sing and scream A siren drying Gasping in the noontime sun The tune of captivity gradually fades To a chant of liberation
By K.B. Silver 2 days ago in Poets
Limerence
Limerence. I watch two boys love, fall in love, make love. I watch and I yearn/regret/wish/hate. I want the strong jaw, like a coarse-cut diamond:
By Jennifer A. G.4 days ago in Poets
Something Is Not Right
I The Student knocked on the Poet’s door, hoping for entry. * As he waited, the faint sounds of old blues music wafted through
By David Muñoz4 days ago in Poets
Pizza Slice Sorrow
I remember the shape of your grief. Because I remember the pieces of your life As they were strewn across your lawn And shone through your windows like
By Silver Daux11 days ago in Poets
for the matriarch
susan will die soon. i can see it - her color is pale and mottled; her body shudders unconsciously. i can smell it - the sterility of the hospital masks the worst of the sour backdrop.
By kp5 days ago in Poets
Just Coffee Next Time
My keys were in my hand—Or did I imagine that? I check my pockets, then the counter, then there— the place I meant to put them. Anywhere.
By SUEDE the poet9 days ago in Poets
My Heart Breaks With Love. Content Warning.
My heart breaks like shards of glass, Left on the floor, in tiny pieces, Though my love is still made to last; Your pain tears me into pieces,
By Carol Ann Townend5 days ago in Poets