Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
My kin and I are cornrowed together, maps braided into aching scalps like sweet freedom passed from shaky, determined hands urging
By R.C. Taylorabout a month ago in Poets
another year of isolation negotiating my worth, my value, begging you not to disregard me “invest in me, I’m worth it, please see”
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨a day ago in Poets
There you go spiraling again So deep into your thoughts The thoughts that are supposed to stay in the back of your mind
By Merjaunie Lenaa day ago in Poets
You do you, my darling But.. Shhhhh. No buts. Just do you. What if I am mean? Asking that question tells me you are not.
By Caroline Jane3 days ago in Poets
Hey everybody, I’m back with another poetry challenge! Can you believe that its been one year since I started the trend of challenges being hosted by creators on this platform? I can’t. Time really does fly by.
By Real Poetic2 days ago in Poets
"I want to tell you something," I stammer. "I'm in love with someone. Someone so amazing and kind and wonderful to me. His name is Dan."
By F Cade Swanson6 days ago in Poets
All I can see is a blank white space. Am I alone? What is this place? . Do I hear a voice? Is anyone there?
By J. Otis Haas9 days ago in Poets
I think I know one. The Bible says they’re here on earth walking amongst us —- How would we even Know if there was an angel
By Colleen Walters4 days ago in Poets
Will you ever tell me why? Why? What do you mean—‘why’? Why you did it—you owe me that. Mom, I love you… Why’d you say that?
By J. Nicholas Merchena day ago in Poets
I hope you always feel beautiful when you look in the mirror. It would be a lie to say I do. Then, your mirror must be broken, like your grandfather's clock is right only twice a day.
By Alexandria Stanwyck5 days ago in Poets
There are times I've felt I wasn't a writer, moments of long pauses, voids when I didn't publish. Lamentably, my pen seemed unable to touch the paper,
My eyes float around the pharmacy indiscriminately There is motion both real and perceived I wonder if I should have been driving
By Leslie Writes6 days ago in Poets