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

This Cage Of Mine
(Intro Verse) Demons in my head Monsters in my bed Ghosts haunting me They never let me sleep I’ve learned to live with them
By Brady Molarius4 years ago in Poets
I hope the wind that passes by will also turn a circle to embrace you.
1. Want to hug you, want to tell you that I know how lovely and precious you are. Understand your sensitivity and caution, but also know that you are really hard work, many things you do not have to blame yourself. To take more care of their emotions, take care of their bodies, the rest of us slowly to work hard.
By Dylan M Parkin4 years ago in Poets
Do these warm healing texts heal your heart?
How gentle to be worthy of favoritism and exception. Wait for the day when the bitterness is over, the mountains, rivers, stars and the moon are doing congratulatory gifts.
By Dylan M Parkin4 years ago in Poets
Poem about growing up warm
01 Go to a place where there are few people, an island is best. Live in a house with a loft, which has tatami mats, a desk, a kitchen, and cats and dogs to keep each other company. It would be nice to have a gentle neighbor with the sea nearby. It would be nice to have a comfortable and unrestrained relationship without making too many friends. My ideal, unencumbered, lifetime.
By Dylan M Parkin4 years ago in Poets
Once There Were Nine, Now There Is One (For Me)
Image source here The text below is taken from Greek Mythology - The Muses. It is the reason for this poem along with a tenth Muse who is the one who inspires me to create every day. I believe everyone knows who that is and without her, I would not be writing.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
The Every Day Hustle
Every day is a struggle. Every day I have to hustle. I get so tired of this game of Life. I feel as though I spend every moment of my existence either working to make money or trying to think of more ways to make more money. I have a full time job; shouldn’t that be enough? It never is. My measley paycheck is always gone just a few days after pay day (and I only get paid twice a month as it is). I have lost count of the numerous side gigs I have taken on. Some work, some are a waste, and so many turn out to be scams.
By ChezaLuna4 years ago in Poets
Everyday begins the same
every day I try to dream again (about that Place) A crisp salty splash A warm Flowing water Sand creeping up my thighs
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Has To Be
Has to Be “Why is that bird screeching? Has it nowhere else to go?” I ask this out of pure curiosity to Mother, As we walk along.
By River Cronan 4 years ago in Poets
Lost in My Own Mind
I feel lost inside my own mind. Sometimes there are too many thoughts running rampant in my head that I can’t make heads or tails of them. I don’t know which way is up or how to keep myself from drowning amongst the waves of emotion. I’m surrounded by a stampede of noise and images, steady reaching out trying to hold onto any one idea, to make sense of any once concept. My heart races, my vision blurs, I get dizzy and lose my grasp on reality.
By ChezaLuna4 years ago in Poets
Lilacs Blooming
O Captain! My Captain! BY WALT WHITMAN O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
"Wondrous Works"
Wondrous works, that I see, the vast frame of the heaven and the earth, the order of all things, night and day, summer and winter, spring and autumn, the daily providing for this great household upon the earth, the preserving and directing of all to its proper end. - Anne Bradstreet
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
While We Are Laughing
John Keats expressed his feelings and thoughts profoundly and deeply to his family and friends. Each idea that presented itself was expounded upon for further clarity to the reader. As I read each letter there were phrases that I highlighted because of their depth of meaning.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets