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

Hey Mumma
Hey Mumma, it's me. Feelin' a little lost, are ya, honey? Thinkin' you're gonna take off then honey? But Mumma, you know. That I'll always be okay, and that I'll come back to you one day. Chase your dreams, Mumma, that's what you say. A lesson you taught me, taught me to get me where I am today.
By Belinda Long5 years ago in Poets
I Was The Guest and He Was The Honor
Many hours in the Rover Crossing landscapes Roadside towns and fields of tea. *** Oh the turning heads and big brown eyes
By Kimberly Hampton Nilsson5 years ago in Poets
Sonnet for My Father
“Fickle dancer of mine pumped up my thighs with helium,” I say. Helium, strange word to use for love, but it can disguise
By Ari Gold5 years ago in Poets
Summer Itch
Stepping softly into cold winter’s night When trees are just sulking ghosts in the snow Shadows surround me and the cold wind bites
By L.A. Hancock5 years ago in Poets
Love in June
In June, the blooms reflected like fair stars; we walked the woods by the cool, gentle stream. She whispered to me the secrets of her heart;
By Heath Hardin5 years ago in Poets
Life in Rosa Mexicano
Bright blood gallops fierce and free through the veins of every Latin heart. The substance that fuels dance, and a burning passion for being alive.
By Marina Fortuño5 months ago in Poets
The Evergreen Painting
When he died My saturation fell to twenty percent Days faded like a sepia movie With him all life's color left . But then simple things
By Natalie Spack5 years ago in Poets
The 33 Poems I Wrote for Vocal’s True Colors Challenge
I did something I did not expect: in a two-week span I wrote over thirty poems all around the themes of colors and uniqueness (specifically, things that make me unique). While some came out better than others—though you can be the judge—I wanted to compile them all somewhere just so that there's a marker for this momentous (?) occasion. (I know it only matters to me, but still.)
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
The Color in My Soul
The Color in My Soul The idea of color seems so simple. It's everywhere we look. But how simple is it, really, when you're not speaking of a book
By Rosanne Hauck5 years ago in Poets
I AM EVERY COLOR
I AM EVERY COLOR I am every color. A palette of beauty, A blended spectacle, uniquely crafted fiber by fiber.
By Marcus Elmore5 years ago in Poets
We've Made It
I came from the deep blue of my parents' struggles. The navy blues of passports and the expanse of sea through a plane window.
By Hae-Yuan Chang5 years ago in Poets
Camo
As a child, my name, Freesia, would get mistaken for Fuchsia. And before I was born, they’d decided colors, too, had genders—and would place me
By Freesia McKee5 years ago in Poets