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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
The slave who Boxed and shipped himself
My dear Henry Box, My heartfelt condolences and admiration for your fortitude and strength of character. As I reminisce on your life, I am filled with wonder and awe at the lengths you had to go to in order to gain your freedom. A man who wass willing to live, sacrifice or die for what he truly believed in. I wanted to consider you a hero, but unfortunately, other disturbing information has come to light.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
Dear Daughter
Dearest daughter, To my oldest daughter...you are number one of my two. How much I truly do love you. I hope you knew, or know to this day. This letter is long overdue, there is so much to say. You are 17 now my dear. You grew up so fast. The time has just flown past. For so long, it was just me and you. Being a mother was, and still is my life. I tried my best to protect you. I never spoke poorly of your dad. Even when he stood you up and made you sad. As you grew, you saw him, his family and the situation for what it is. You have always been a clever kid. You are so smart. So beautiful and extremely talented. Your artwork is outta world! I am so proud of you baby girl. I know you have insecurities and abandonment issues too. It's ok, you are great and excel at everything you do. You are the blueprint. You taught we how to be a mom. We pretty much grew up together. I regret NOTHING! We are birds of a feather.
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Poets
Well Old Son: Part Five
V Daisy-chained clouds gather in wine-stained morning skies. A placenta of rain sweeps over him. He's a milky tear in a red tissue. He's a tissued petal scattering in an emphysemic wind. He's a silent orchestra: rusted strings, perforated brass, disfigured percussion, withered woodwind. He's a blue echo haunting voiceless thought.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
The Visitors.
67 Dorchester Street, Newton- Le Willows- NW4 ST5 20th March 2023. Dearest George, I write to you in great urgency and hopefully understanding. I know I know! It’s always the same, you just slide your finger across and through the books of literature and poetry, hoping that a title will catch your attention, or the introduction at least grip you in the first few sentences. Janet and I were in River Mall Streets in the antique store looking through books.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
