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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.

Ghosts
There are ghosts that are still living Of childhoods lost All for the cost Of existing Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Dance of Two Hearts. Content Warning.
In the twilight's tender embrace, A dance unfolds with subtle grace. Two hearts entwined in the soft moonlight, A love story, silent and bright.
By Waseem Chem2 years ago in Poets
talk to me
talk to me once. your voice will echo in my mind. i’ll sit on the bus and i’ll wonder if i’ll meet you there. talk to me once.
By daphne gray2 years ago in Poets
Really Comfortable Panties. Content Warning.
My underwear disintegrated right down the middle the labial line Life is literally falling from me Whatever's been holding for a long, long time
By chillbaby50002 years ago in Poets
Norse Poetry Challenge
The fun never ends with #Norsevember! After stuffing your TBRs with all manner of Norse-themed books, you are now invited to join the skaldic poetry contest, which will be judged by Joshua Gillingham, author of The Saga of Torin Ten-Trees and designer of the card game Althingi: One Will Rise, and Emily Osborne, author of the poetry chapbook Biometrical and whose poetry, short fiction and Old Norse-to-English verse translations have appeared in journals and anthologies including The Literary Review of Canada and Barren Magazine.
By Marie Sinadjan2 years ago in Poets
Autumn Fears
Could this be love, Why, does it feel strange? Tick-tock goes the clock, then suddenly it eradicates ✋ like- Lower vibrations, that
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Hiraeth. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
the cracked burst of blood shot through the beautiful morning air. The swan lay dying, dying Dropped and drooped, long white neck against her watery nest.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
250 Days.. Content Warning.
Two hundred and fifty days. I have not put myself through that pain for eight months and eleven days, but I miss it like my grandmother’s heavy quilt blanket on a winter night.
By daphne gray2 years ago in Poets
THINK SMOOTH
Smooth hoop shot proves Smooth moves Smooth as a peach Smooth pebbles on a beach Smooth talker Smooth rocker
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Turning
Throwing the log on the wheel I grab my chisel as it begins to spin Who will win The day will have to wait and see Will it be this block
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You. Top Story - November 2023.
Seeping into my pores The smell of your sweat Soaking into me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Story of The little girl Lilly . Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and whispering meadows, there lived a little girl named Lily. Her heart was as sweet as the honeybees that buzzed around her grandmother's garden. Lily was known for her boundless curiosity, her eyes sparkling with wonder like the morning dew on the petals of the wildflowers.
By Nella Merely2 years ago in Poets