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

The righteous
A man who cultivates his garden, as Voltaire wanted. What is grateful that on earth there is music. What discovers with pleasure an etymology.
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Magnificent
When will this inner night pass, the universe, And I, my soul, will I have my day? When will I wake up from being awake?
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Every Breath-
Every Breath I take Is for a Chance Of a Miracle ✨, Every Step I Plunder Is an effort Towards Victory❗
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Under The Super Full Moon
What I would do to peek behind the veil Just to know if it’s all true To know if you desire me as much as I desire you Under this super full moon, the veil is the thinnest
By JasperRei TheArtist2 years ago in Poets
The Skeleton in the Basement. Content Warning.
The same image flashed through my mind every time I tried to sleep The skeleton in the basement, it's calling me, it's calling me
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Writing Is My Superpower
Cower before me You infernal machine See all I have created Worlds, both loved and hated They feed you words But you are our scourge
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Portuguese language
Last flower of Latium, uncultivated and beautiful, You are, at the same time, splendor and grave: Native gold, which in impure denim
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Walking On Water
Why is your head down Look up Why are you drowning Do you not know who you are Relax You have everything you need Walk to me
By JasperRei TheArtist2 years ago in Poets
Old age
The grandson: Grandma, why don't you have teeth? Why are you praying alone? And trembles, like the sick When do they have a fever, grandma?
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
On an autumn afternoon
Fall. In front of the sea. I open the windows wide Over the silent garden, and the waters I look, absorbed. Autumn... Swirling, the yellow leaves
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Dear, Brenton F
your hand cannot hide you, for I see you loud and clear I hear you soft and gentle your pulse is high above the skyline
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
No your worth.🌺
Here's the truth: X You can be a really good friend, and still not be liked. You can hold someone dear and still not be valued. You can say all the right things, and still have someone twist your words, brush off your words, or worse-use your words against you.
By Dawn Earnshaw2 years ago in Poets