Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Meditation
Such noise and commotion I hear, traffic fast in each direction. An ever changing maelstrom of haphazard connections. I seek shelter but instead I am accosted by an incessant drone.
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
Witchling
She didn't know She was magic She didn't know That specks of fairy dust Lingered On strands of her hair How long it took her
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
S.M.O.K.I.N.G
I saw an angel today. She wore a white dress; My life a mess. She smiled and walked over, Asked if I believed in her.
By Bri Price8 years ago in Poets
Routine
I still remember the day we met I loved the way you smiled And the freckles thrown across your cheeks The way you said my name
By Cassandra Freeman8 years ago in Poets
Drenched
Don't think about what you did. Run down the stairs Don't think about it. Pull open door Don't think. Slam door Don't.
By Markus McWinston8 years ago in Poets
Journey for Truth
I lose myself in my creation, lost what once was left before. In my mind hides something of importance. Something long existed, with tranquillity at its core.
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
Love and Hate
The lines cross in the depths of the page meaningful scribbles push for your attention. I can read her like a book. The bruises scatter along her arms in a random pattern,
By Callie Cox8 years ago in Poets
Headache
I have another headache Take another pill It hurts to move So I stay and lie still I get into the shower Try and drown the pain
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
The Winged Soul
The winged soul of the body that withers soars above the brilliant lights away from the reality of the aging host it resides.
By Callie Cox8 years ago in Poets
Burning In Love & Single
Night after night I thought about her. The way that she would greet me. She would say so softly, "Hi handsome." Then she would give me a hug that I never wanted to end. I remember very vividly the last time we talked. We didn't argue she just had needs and I was unable to provide them. Now I sit here in front of my computer and I think about. I make up scenarios where she and I are together, and she is the mother of my children.
By I AM. Master of Arts8 years ago in Poets
Breakable
A broken romance A heart saturated in fearful blood Tortured souls whimpering with remorse Nineteen sixties run through my mind
By Celious Blanc8 years ago in Poets
Late
Late Sometimes It’s harder for me to awake Cuz I feel like I’m dying and all my bones ache So I’m late to ceramics almost every day
By hamsack8 years ago in Poets