Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Branches at the grey sky's edge cast off the last remaining leaves Stirring from a midnight vision, Wilting whispers telling me:
By Symbollica The'Bat4 months ago in Poets
What are these rich tears that fall from your face? This deep wellspring of truth that never lies, Which reveals what shallow words cannot say?
By Levi Dickson4 months ago in Poets
“Each day, a new day, is a blessing. Let go of all worries and be grateful for all the positives in your life.” Every single morning
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Some things should not be seen only to look away My eyes are on the screen . Children wail and neighbors scream watching loved ones dragged away
By Sonia Heidi Unruh4 months ago in Poets
This is not a love song. I no longer think in rhythm, Nor remember precisely the rhyme, But the years of our love, Still rings sweetly in my ears.
By Niall James Bradley4 months ago in Poets
Sitting here again, remembering the last time Waves crashing individually to the sand, A magical band of porpoises, Poseidon's flock, leaping beyond the breakers
By Natalie Wilkinson4 months ago in Poets
Now let me tell you this, my Viking brethren, a tale of the day, for a woman came to my door, her shoulders draped in furs,
By Amanda Starks4 months ago in Poets
Hard learned lessons rarely come from reading books No, my love, life has other plans In a moment my whole world was shook
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
'Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all through the mall, Every wallet was screaming, "Please, nothing at all!" The price tags were hung on the merchandise with care,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
"I was once known as Love - a name all too brief," Spoke this strange shrouded waif, on a westbound train - "Losing my hearth, I am turned a thing called Grief."
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
My choices and destiny collaborated, brought me to a foreign land. I became an immigrant. But it took me no time, no effort
By Seema Patel4 months ago in Poets
I built a mother from stardust and dreams. I tell the world she is the real one, though — the original is not what she seems.
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
