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

the way i climbed
I was handed the map folded wrong, Told to run before I knew how to fall, Shoes too tight, dreams stitched uneven. No one warned me the stairs would wobble—
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
The Weight of My Tongue
there’s a storm that lives right behind my teeth not loud, not always but it waits i try to hush it with tea and silence with books and breathing but it don’t always listen
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
You Are The Villain Fairytales Warned About
You believe you found the catch, easy to say as someone who trapped them in a fantasy. Love bombing, kind words, and a pocket full of flaunted cash
By Angel Adagio7 months ago in Poets
I’m trying to bite my tongue
Sometimes I get so angry that I wish I could make a shit ton of money the kind of money you say you’ll make one day I actually don’t care about money you know this but you used those green jackals against me like an alligator grinning wildly
By Melissa Ingoldsby7 months ago in Poets
The crown of Dreams
Beneath the sky where dreams took flight, Lived Princess Muse, a guiding light. Beneath the sky where dreams took flight,
By Musulyn M (MUSE)8 months ago in Poets
Love like the Dew. AI-Generated.
Shuvo was a simple person and stayed in a small village Monpura. His daily life was spent in the silent companionship of nature and the virgin fields and the soft breezes which rustled along. He had never worried too much about love, it has always been far away, something belonging to other people.
By Md Peyel Hassan8 months ago in Poets
Missed Connections
1) Starbucks; Newport Beach, CA: Your hair was too blond, your tan too bronze, your teeth too white, and your tits too big. You spoke in infantile squeaks, and ended sentences, both declarative and interrogative alike, with verbal curtsies. You sent your order back thrice. I was the hairy-chested, gin-blossomed Palm Beach prick in the salmon polo shouting at the mousey 16YO cashier over sold-out scones. I'm a moneyed malignant narcissist in the market for a purely transactional relationship. I pronounce “w” words with an “h” preface. I drive my Tesla like I just left a 3-martini lunch, which is often the case. Of course, “TRUMP” bumper stickers adorn it. Stick around, you’re sure to see a COP kick my ass when I try to impose my “master of the universe” delusion upon him as he's cuffing me for DUI.
By Chris Z8 months ago in Poets
The Case of Vanishing Cookies
A sneaky little sparrow, So bold and so free, Stole cookies for breakfast— Now who’d disagree? I’m back at the bakery. After the last time, I wanted to see if the sparrow is a regular culprit here.
By Staringale8 months ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
You-16
So many days I wept over you You thought I leapt over you But in reality I didn’t know what to do My heart has been kept by you
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
A Moment Of Silence
Ahem I pledge allegiance to the flag A Moment of silence please I’m trying my hardest not to scream of the United States of America
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
Sugar-Laced. Top Story - June 2025.
They only know you as ice cream Cold, but not cruel Melting just enough to please ~~~~~ You morph into the flavours they crave:
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran8 months ago in Poets