Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
You asked and so I then replied “Sky Blue” For which eye shadow would look best on you As red mane contrasts upon your pale skin
By Caeizar4 years ago in Poets
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Even after all these years, no one dare mention his name,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Wind rustling Birds chirping Fire crackling Energy courses through grass, trees, and dirt Horns honking Neighbors shouting
By W. Joe O'Banion4 years ago in Poets
Humanity insists on remaining divided Its the mindless berating the blinded I don't wish to participate in the violence I'll sit and watch from a distance
By Sawyer Sullivan4 years ago in Poets
Emptiness is all that I feel, Silence my only friend. My bed cold and the world silent, The day has come to end. At first, I felt very hopeful,
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Poets
They all bled rainbows The beginning of the month felt bright and new Politicians spoke of love Companies pushed for acceptance
By CyCy4 years ago in Poets
As predicted I’ve been convicted of feeling sick in the head I wish you’d put me to bed So, I can wake up in sheets made of satin and honey sweet dreams
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
Invites and encouragement I declined, Confused expressions are what I find, From youthful exuberance eager to go, And watch the corporate pageantry all for show,
By Emma Edwins (R.T. Edwins)4 years ago in Poets
After Pride Month is over Fear and prejudice does not abate There are still battles to be fought Everyday, at home, at work, at school and social
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Poets
All the world's a stage And we are merely players, Or, so the story goes. But when the action stops, And the music fades,
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Poets
Putting pressure on the petals, sensing a familiar finesse, under the languid & listless rolling rains, tiny rivulets annex with their sisters,
By Jon Bayliss4 years ago in Poets
It starts... It starts with a rainbow. With colors dripping down my face in a rain of pride and acceptance. It starts with a community.
By Libby4 years ago in Poets
