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

Whispers of the Setting Sun
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
King of the Dying Light
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Wrote Her Future in Chalk
The Girl Who Wrote Her Future in Chalk by[Javid khan] She was small when she first discovered the sidewalk was a canvas.
By PROFESSOR PROFESSOR7 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
The Fight to Exist
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
"The Whispering Wand"
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"The Spellbound Pages"
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
“The Magician's Flame”
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
Whispers in the Midnight Bloom
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"Silhouette of Silence"
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
The Veil of Fragrance
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
The West's "Progress": A Golden Cage or a Spiritual Void?
The shimmering facade of Western civilization has long captivated the world. From technological marvels to democratic ideals, it promises a pathway to unparalleled advancement. Yet, amidst this dazzling display, a profound voice from the East dared to offer a starkly different perspective. Allama Muhammad Iqbal, the visionary poet-philosopher, looked beyond the superficial gleam and issued a **prophetic warning**: the very foundations of this "advanced" society, built on material pursuits, might ultimately lead to its spiritual and moral decay.
By Iqbal 7 months ago in Poets