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Most recently published stories in Poets.

💔 One Day Without My Mother
💔 One Day Without My Mother I never thought one day could feel this long. It started like any other morning— but something felt… different.
By Imran Ali Shaha day ago in Poets
Outdoors and Tied Tight
Decision has been made.. maybe even not by you, but oh is it well played. The digital forecast staring back at you on your wether app
By Michael Owczareka day ago in Poets
She's Mine
I don't ever look at other girls and think "Wow, she's hot" When I see other girls I think "Wow, am I the luckiest guy in the world or what?"
By Dylan a day ago in Poets
Men in Robes
Youtube Version of the song. Lyrics by Steve Lance, Music produced using Suno 5.5 Men in Robes Men in robes preach to men in suits, who order men in boots, and so it goes, the infidels must die.
By Steve Lancea day ago in Poets
House on Fire
"It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten What the colour of her eyes were, and her scars or how she got them
By Insinq Datuma day ago in Poets
Spring In Minnesota, You Know
Oh no! It is snowing The wind is blowing It is cold then Not sure when snow will leave us We won't fuss As we are used to this
By Denise E Lindquista day ago in Poets
Stop Looking at My Stories
I haven’t seen this since you left— your name and image under my story. I used to check and see if you saw what I posted,
By Jesse Leea day ago in Poets
The Last Light of Summer
The cicadas sang their final symphony as Maya stood on her grandmother's porch, watching the sun bleed orange across the Kentucky hills. September had arrived with its bittersweet promise—the end of freedom, the return to structure, the closing of another chapter in her rapidly disappearing childhood.
By The Curious Writera day ago in Poets
Voice
The creature on my shoulder eats my words. Dips at my voice with a hummingbird sticky, sipper’s tongue. I am the one who frames my thoughts, guides them into life with my teeth and tender lips. It is the one who feasts. Snatches every notion. Gulps them, oyster-like, without tasting. Doesn’t seem to care for flavours. Words in anger, words in love. Words in pain or fear or joy. All my words, it catches. Of screaming too, it snatches, wriggling with pleasure. Gorged on my voice, it grows, and I fall silent.
By Lauren Everdella day ago in Poets
I can finally say. Content Warning.
I’m sorry for my dishonesty I tried, to tell you what I wanted But you wouldn’t listen I am a Lonely woman Who caved in
By Jennifer lindquista day ago in Poets
It’s Coming
It's coming Starting showing signs Emotional swings Annoyance rises Noises get louder and harder to ignore It's coming
By L.I.E2 days ago in Poets
Don't Leave
Take me back, To the day, When you said "I LOVE YOU" When you held my hand, And I suppressed the tears weld up In my eyes... Take me back to the moment, When you held my heart in your hands... My pride smiled, When you cried... I layed my head on your shoulder, I was thinking something only you would know... I whispered "Kiss Me" And with our last smooch, I didn't want to let go... You cried and I tried to comfort your pain, when I Lifed your head, I seen the tears in your eyes... My pride was washed to the side, I didn't want to go, But I had to leave... Take me back to the day, When I couldn't breathe- When you said, You Love Me...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 days ago in Poets