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

The Chair Across From Me
The Chair Across From Me Grief leaves its shadows not in silence, but in the spaces we still set for those who never return.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Poets
The Price of Perception
Do not apologize- for thinking too much, for feeling too deeply. Yours is not a damaged mind, but one that cannot unsee
By Danielle Katsouros5 months ago in Poets
I Will Never Be That Woman
I will never be the woman who gets her nails done every ten days. My hands are workers’ hands- built for movement, flexibility,
By Danielle Katsouros5 months ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
The Bog
Physical ailments usurp from her brains fog, Sleeping sunken in her belly rests the bog. Watery reeds tangle around her toes,
By Samara K6 months ago in Poets
The Clock with No Hands
In the corner of a dusty room, a clock hangs crooked on the wall. Its face is blank, no hands to move, no ticking sound, no time at all.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
“Ode to a Nightingale” (Excerpt)
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
By Israr khan6 months ago in Poets
POEM - 💯Echoes In The Choir
Not silence first, but expectation’s hum, A held vibration in the vaulted air, As polished wood and ancient stone stand dumb,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets