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Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Day's End
Wings arrow sunward piercing sapphire; bloody light slowly sieves to stars. . . Thank you for reading! This haiku is one in a collection:
Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDay Break
Can I feel your rage this ‘rise, or is the beast within me still, while I sip my morning coffee and drown my wake-up pill?
KJ AartilaPublished a day ago in PoetsPsychomachia
"Fragile. Handle With Care." You dropped my heart Cognizant it was made of glass I watched it descend in slow motion A careless mishap? A sabotage, mayhap?
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsBlurry Outlines and Bad Words
I am caught in the teeth of the moderator, Stuck between their molars and making the King of censorship Chew on something they don't quite understand.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsNational Lost Sock Memorial Day
On May 9th, we mourn our socks. Vanishing to interdimensional portals Created by our washing machines and dryers Stolen by furry or feathered fiends
Natasja RosePublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsMemorable
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 2 days 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 2 days 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 2 days 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 4 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 6 days ago in PoetsHello
If I had a cent for every open challenge, I would have no sense.
Cathy holmesPublished 5 days ago in Poets