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

Eggshell Treadmill
I feel things that shouldn't matter But they do to me, and I don't want them to Which makes me want to punch a wall I feel like the world is a treadmill
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
Healing Scars yet Healing... Scars
Healing scars. -A masterpiece? Receive the master's peace. The chains of the past once bruised my ankles Ensuring I never moved
By Adam Khamis7 years ago in Poets
Walking Away
He called me today I had no words to say My anger still brimming from days long gone away What am I to say It's you that pushed me away
By Rhenato Amayamoto7 years ago in Poets
Silky Beach
It's a little cold in between my covers, silky smooth... You won't even look at me, but it doesn't kill you. Do you not get cold
By Ramiro A. Hernandez7 years ago in Poets
Three, Two, One
Three things you see. I see the failure I have become, represented in the textbooks I have failed to open in months. I see the hopes and dreams
By B7 years ago in Poets
LSD Reflections
Your mind makes use of every hour Like learning to use a new super power. Retrieving my sanity in the shower, It felt like being reborn.
By K. M. Strong7 years ago in Poets
So Far, So Good
One time, I was told to line up. Our ties were removed by absent hands with long, bored fingers and inspected... then, we washed dirty steel liars
By Thomas Owens7 years ago in Poets
Haikus on First and Otherwise Meaningful Kisses (Pt. 1)
Dedicated to the last person I kissed. 1. (2007) On stage, in a play"I kiss my grandma like that,"said the director. 2. (2008) High school and trashy,we kissed by the boy's bathroom.It was my first fling.
By Katherine Collins7 years ago in Poets
Lost Wind
she is used to this it has always been like this wind gently dancing in through the windows she was lying beside him,
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA8 years ago in Poets
500 Miles
I love you So such powerful words that carry so much weight in this world. It’s like their sheer utterance have a physicsl weight that can be measured
By Noah Hagedorn8 years ago in Poets
BrewDog
To quench a real thirst There is one beer I turn to first It's the delectable liquid nectar From the brewery we all get set to
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
W. R. Rodriquez's Words Guide Readers Through the Beautiful Bronx
W. R. Rodriquez's Concrete Pastures of the Beautiful Bronx was written ten years ago but it could have stepped off the presses today. Its passion is streaked with cynicism and yet this collection is filled with a bleeding kind of joy.
By Laura DiNovis Berry8 years ago in Poets