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

Wrapped In You
It is true I’m forever wrapped in you As you are in me From the moment we met We didn’t know what we would get It was more than either of us ever bet
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Shyness
Just a small gesture, done from afar and lightly, for you to come with me and I forever take you…– but only this one I won't do.A fallen word
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Now you say
Why (you will say) hear stars! Right You have lost your senses!” And I will tell you, however, That, to hear them, I often wake up
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Loyalty Sonnet
Of everything, to my love I will be attentive Before, and with such zeal, and always, and so much That even in the face of the greatest charm
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
The Unintended Fiction Challenge
This is not an official Vocal Challenge. Just an idea I came up with last night. So, I’ve never posted a challenge idea of my own. Or it’s been so long, that I’ve forgotten. But here’s one I came up with after writing Let Her Dance last night.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Blowing dandelions
When I way young and playing in the field I picked a dandelion to blow and wish To become real it must keep concealed
By Some Guy2 years ago in Poets
Let Her Dance
I wrote this because I found this picture while looking for the cover photo of another article I’m working on. I thought it would be interesting to write a story around a random picture, so I saved it to my drafts. It’s been sitting there for a while. That was until it struck me today, and the story just poured out of me like water from a broken dam. I hope you enjoy it.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Something More
Trying to keep the balance Under the valance Refraining from a dalliance Because I wanted more From the moment I saw you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Days have passed
Days have passed like voices, the useful voices through the air when it fills. Too many days have passed to which I speak short circuit.
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Just about the news
Only on the news do I know names and people how was the labyrinth of glass, in the park, of mirrors even knocking found the way out.
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
The sky
The open nuts on the table are still sound – bright eye movement from door to table: the work, the weight that doesn't exist,
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
Of poems
I divide in jacket, pants and belts so I fall apart in tie and shirt and separate myself into skull, into lungs, in viscera and groin
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets