Most recently published stories in Poets.
My birthday Has become synonymous With loneliness When I have to order, Pay for, Cut my own cake Alone. When I have to shed tears
By Manisha Dhalani2 days ago in Poets
I. Looking for answers In all the wrong places. Been a rebel. Been a saint. It doesn't matter. The answers never come
By Dean Traylor2 days ago in Poets
I’m on my way back home again. Last dog-eared ticket in my pocket – time for it to finally unfurl. I’m on my way back home again.
By Cristal S.2 days ago in Poets
Which state has sponsored More terrifying misdeeds Than any other?
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Poets
Real or Not? 5 Simple Ways to Spot High-Quality Remy Hair Extensions If you’ve ever shopped for hair extensions, you’ve probably seen the phrase “Remy hair.” It’s everywhere—on product pages, salon menus, and beauty blogs. But here’s the truth: not every bundle labeled “Remy” is actually high quality.
By Leo 2 days ago in Poets
What Does Remy Human Hair Mean? The Label Everyone Sees but Few Really Understand If you’ve ever shopped for wigs, toppers, or extensions, you’ve probably seen the phrase Remy human hair everywhere.
Distant flurries of wild colours. - Reds, blacks and greys carved closer surroundings. - I struggled, treading water, baking beneath
By Reece Beckett2 days ago in Poets
It will come back The idiotic hope of an idealistic masochist That feeling that even if you have to burn out Something useful will be seen by your guttering light
Hey God, it's just me again I'm over here overthinking like I'm getting paid for it and I'm wondering why You have white hair
By Colleen Walters2 days ago in Poets
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am The road was empty, silent, frozen still, At 4am where breath turned into smoke, My hands were shaking on that broken wheel,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Some nights the water forgets its own name and becomes a mirror for the things we cannot reach— the crescent moon, pale and certain,
By Prompted Beauty2 days ago in Poets
Three weeks since I buried you Still plagued by the desire To dig you up Underneath the oak tree Where the ground had thawed
By Bride of Sound2 days ago in Poets
