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

Red Dirt Roots. Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge.
take me back to the beginning, when life was so much simpler when my roots had no idea of where my branches intended to go
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Poets
Spam Calls
In the first year I picked up every spam call in hopes it might be you I'd say hello, and if there was any hesitation on the other line I would wait
By Mezmur2 months ago in Poets
The Season Of Lights
It feels like midnight, though it’s only 5 The world’s gone dark, but everywhere there is light * Against the black sky and snow covered ground
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash5 months ago in Poets
Bonsai Dreams
Stunted Shallowly rooted Trimmed and shaped by Another’s hand ☀️🪴⋆˚࿔ Years of training-box-bound restriction Left me a meager, spindly trunk and branches
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
Surrender
Not my will, but yours be done, Lord. I have made my plans, but if it be to your glory, change them, Lord. I have set my foot to path, but if you place a fork in the road to redirect my steps, I shall follow where you lead, Lord.
By Anne R.5 months ago in Poets
Summer's End. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Long summer days. The world is golden And it teeters on the verge Of sweet crispness. Dust flies in a wild child's eyes,
By Rachel Deeming5 months ago in Poets
The Path Back to Pebble Beach. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
The season changes but the memories, soaked in everlasting summer, do not. Even as the sun dips below the horizon, tucks itself into the hills and curls beneath the valleys
By sleepy drafts5 months ago in Poets
Where Lies my Baby Teeth. Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge.
When I lost my baby teeth, my father gathered them and planted them under a young sapling oak tree where it would get lots of sunshine.
By Antoni De'Leon5 months ago in Poets
Thanksgiving
A chance to say a thank you and show gratitude for what we have now. ****** Thinking of how we allow various notes on living and
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Poets
The Works of Memory
I keep thinking about how memory works; how it’s just me picking things up from the ground of my life and putting them
By Luna Jordan5 months ago in Poets
When tenderness turns cold
I slam doors at the thought of your rejection, This longing brews inside me and rises like a storm. I shutter at the thought of your protection.
By A.K. Treadwell 5 months ago in Poets
Imposter in a gingerbread house
I'm a little more than just trapped inside this gingerbread house, made of flour, butter, molasses, and aromatic spices. While I could eat my way through and out, I remain. Sitting on gumdrops, showering myself with M&Ms, whipped by licorice ropes. I am an imposter. I belong on the naughty list.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets