Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Mother
Reflecting on the time in a mirror made of granite She pulls at her skin, trying to catch the worms A shelf of binding, twisting in the dust
By Michael DeNicola8 years ago in Poets
Lucie
I never fell in love with yellow,until you showed up in that raincoatthat drowned out the sunflowers,and I’ll never understand how you can outshine the daisies,without even trying.
By Andrea Wold Johansen8 years ago in Poets
Black Pearl Eyes
Shaken in the silence, Shoved in the absence, A hollow bird flies in. He kisses her lips, Whatever shall she do? A taste of black honey.
By Michael DeNicola8 years ago in Poets
Part of the Architecture
The sound of an organ woken from slumbertrickles out into the cold October night.“Come on in, hear my tales,” it whispers,as the streetlights catch on the Poor men’s Bible,and the pitter patter of impatient feet echoes through the empty aisle.
By Andrea Wold Johansen8 years ago in Poets
Prone
I think I can take it I've been training So I'm prepared And here I am like I don't care First position I'm in the wrong
By kmcaulley8 years ago in Poets
I'm Building a Home
I'm building a home on Tuesday’s laundry and broken light bulbs.I’ve spent so long balancing on top of the pile ofreturn to sender-confidencethat I toppled over and hit my head,but I’ll clean the place up before you come over,I swear.
By Andrea Wold Johansen8 years ago in Poets
Candy Man - Dean Corll
I remember how much I loved to work at the candy shop, I had a sweet-tooth. Not just for candies but for the temptations that drove me crazy.
By Annaah Malik8 years ago in Poets
You
You💞 There is so much in this world that I wish I understood. Like why do people in the world rarely do what they should?
By Lateara Steward8 years ago in Poets
Time is Running
Time is running and my heart is pounding. I’ve got so many options and people with opinions. So many directions but with different destinations.
By Annaah Malik8 years ago in Poets
When Her Fate
When she walks stare to the skies dry the tears in her eyes and forget the world beside you When she talks hear the reasons why
By Kaloriinn Mason8 years ago in Poets
The Everything-Doer
I am so, so young. And I am always, always running. My movements are inconstant and my mind is in too many places at once to count.
By Mariia Bashmakova8 years ago in Poets
Cage
Appear to be normal outside a beast from within Beast locked up in chains Beast filled with hate Beast with no mind Beast angry and wild,
By May Wells8 years ago in Poets