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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Memorable
When lightening cracks and everything shudders I always think I am the white in between existing for precisely one flashing moment
They Could Live On
If You don't take the stories that You find Residing within Your mind And use ink on the page to let them lie When Your time comes, Your stories will go with You
Thavien YliasterPublished a day ago in PoetsMy Fire
Too many are owned by their possessions Almost nothing belongs to me alone To my master, I pose no glib questions My will belongs to him; I never groan
D. J. ReddallPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsYou've Got to Be Cutthroat to be a Writer
It takes real grit to be a writer - a creator of stories. Days when you don't feel like writing and would rather be doing anything else.
Jasmine AguilarPublished a day ago in PoetsAs The Sun Rises
As the sun rises casting its morning glow, I stand at the edge of the sea, shrouded in darkness, My mind feels the shadows of a depressing low.
Carol TownendPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Good Day Coming
* Gotta start the morning on an up-swing Opportunities are on the rise Ordinary days can lose the zip- zing Dealing with the rain in cloudy skies
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 days ago in PoetsHello
If I had a cent for every open challenge, I would have no sense.
Cathy holmesPublished 4 days ago in PoetsDrizzling heart
They never knew my name Until the drizzling hearts spoke up Solo sole seldom survives May nights own lights Not until they lose their identity
The Statistic
I can’t move today. Why is this cycle so vicious? Every potentially meaningful moment is promptly thrown away. Will I be a statistic?
BrettNotGregPublished 3 days ago in PoetsI'm Fire!
It’s not about bad hair but bad air. I breathe fire you breathe rain. Dousing water on my dreams sending my hopes into steam!
Cynthia FieldsPublished 5 days ago in PoetsI Hate When People Ask About You
I hate when people ask about you As if your pain is mine to share. You’re tougher than I’ll ever be, But the heartache is yours to bare.
Darby S. FisherPublished 8 days ago in PoetsWounded Soul
I moan all day I moan all night Just like cats after a fight ---- My claws are strong My claws run deep They tend to hurt most in my sleep
G. A. BoteroPublished 6 days ago in Poets