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

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You were the Sun I, the Moon Together we were in sync Once you grew cold, I went aflame — When we were apart the Earth stopped spinning
By Jeremy Knowles2 years ago in Poets
A pen
The ink that traps my thoughts Helping unravel knots and mess Out of my mind less stress To help construct a guess for now
By Some Guy2 years ago in Poets
Photograph
A memory captured so well Of a place where I once did dwell Four months it was my home In times where I did roam Alone in my mind
By Some Guy2 years ago in Poets
My bed
My safe pleasant sanctuary My exhaustion to recover My sheets for when it gets scary The safety under the cover *
By Some Guy2 years ago in Poets
An Ode To Journals
Simple bound pads of paper, Dotted or lined, doesn’t matter. Partially used or completely blank There’s much imagination at stake.
By Jackie Barrows2 years ago in Poets
MYTH
Vault over, Self-infliction. Just like a walk In the rain. Rinse, My meager Esteem. I Breathe The Excellence Of Natural
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Waiting
I had plans Now I have nothing But time on my hands Sitting here Staring at these three walls Wishing I could break through the fourth
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Genius of Emily Dickinson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise
By Jordan Villapando2 years ago in Poets
Jouska, Esthetic Way to Lie
In the annals of human understanding, where the depths of emotion and the intricacies of communication intertwine, there exists a term that tiptoes along the edge of sanity and frivolity—a term that dances within the chambers of our minds, whispering secrets we dare not share. "Jouska," my dear readers, is a peculiar beast that resides in the realms of imagination and conversational escapades, a term both whimsical and unnerving.
By CosmicClip2 years ago in Poets
A Work Sparks Into Broken Glass
In the labyrinth of life's peculiarities, there exists a term that dances on the fringes of memory and meaning—a term that, if you'll allow me to indulge in a bit of irony, often slips through the cracks of our own linguistic understanding. Ah, the wondrous world of "lethologica," where words vanish like mirages and leave us grasping at the shadows of our own thoughts.
By CosmicClip2 years ago in Poets
A Thief's End
Orphans left to the world, as anyone can see they require more than the edge of mediocrity. The brothers' Drake, found a name for themselves
By Jazzy 2 years ago in Poets
An Ode to Odes
Who writes an ode to odes? Who dares to be so bold? Or is it all just a load A pile of… Okay just wrap it up It’s too dumb
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets