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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
These Dreams
A dream, it can be so many things. So much more than what you can think. A dream is a wish, or a surprise. It could be something so meaningful like the sun rising in the sky. They might be stories of the future, or the past. Like a stolen kiss during a long forgotten dance. A gift, and sometimes a present. Dreams are also not always pleasant. A monster hiding under your bed, or a cold chill that starts at the top of your head. An unpleasant tingling straight to your bones. Dreams can be so many things. Like poetry, they are so much more than the feeling. They can leave so timid, afraid for your toes. Or make the hero, the star of the show. Just close your eyes, you will see. As you sleep you dream up your very own stories.
By Tabbietabs5 years ago in Poets
Dirty Keys N' Pure Praise
Battered and beaten keys still sang and rang with war cries through the damp night air. Sludging through trenches to the beat of melodious, bombing warfare. Husky voices singing loud for Heaven's hand to extend to their own. Muscular black and white men, standing shoulder to shoulder, humming in unifying tone. "Pull me up from mucky mire. Soon before, I surely expire." Keys bouncing up and down. Shaking, trembling, exploding ground. Duck and weave. Notes shrewdly perceive. Sliding into fermata furrows. Stuck fast, in clay-covered sorrows. Praising never once ceased. Though souls were finally released.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
A souls Link
Day to day. Living for the next or just caught up in today, some minds are focused on just the moment of now, some caught in the memories of old, some in the future of tomorrow. Expansion of soul living, rather then just going through the motions of running kids to school or fighting sleeping in and striving to rush out the door for work or make it to a class on time. Finding time for the things we love and adding them to daily living.Life's daily crafted happiness is something to own, to believe in. Not a thing is by chance or coincidence, there is a reason for whatever happens and for whom ever may enter it. Amazing impacts of how people and places can have an impact on our lives at the right about timing.To be obtaining an open mind to life and what what comes with it and who impacts us and how enlightenment in our soul is established. However impacts for sure differ in every soul because every soul has its different liking. Time take for a time soul found in a place of surrender and peace findings, leading to happiness and happiness leading toward contentment. To be having a life slowed down, when we are not to rush in a feeling of lateness, but take things as the come, its easier in not making mistakes because of the awareness that gains from continually practice. When we focus on what is just in-front of us one thing at a time mindfully. I have found personally that I have gotten there much faster when I admire what is around me and put intention in to everything I do. Take away what doesn't serve you, all the while learning from these lack of servings and it leaves what does serve automatically. Inspired action to let go of judgements on how others are viewing you .As impacting our selves with living in beauty, implosion takes place with in our selves exploding to others. Future present, our soul can get bogged down by the past it could cause a weight to the present, leaving our minds to the moment in mindfulness in its fullness, is most important.if the burdens to great distribute the weight. Making life something that you love with a passion to continue onward and feel it with a passion, a drive others will feel with you.
By Sierra Angel5 years ago in Poets
Shades of Possibility
They knew no limits and had no permits for the things they desired, but forward into life they conspired, transpiring beyond all preconceived notions of those around them. What did they care? Their share in the world was all that mattered and no flattery could persuade them to walk down any other path. They'd been grafted into something greater because it was a bolder tone that they played with the instruments inside their minds. The best kind of sounds were the ones that were free and unhindered. Like bartender gone rogue, if that is even a thing, or a sensible comparison. They made it their own thing, bringing ideas to the world that were only known as shades of possibility before. And yet there were greater things in store, but it took toilsome work; like walking from door to door, hoping to get a bite from someone interested in the greater ideas and holistic plans and ideas laid out for humanity.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
fathering.
Letting go was the best way I could love myself when I couldn't string the perfect words. There was no explanation I could've provided for my choices; I left you with nothing to cling to except maybe confusion. It simply didn't serve us any longer to hold on so tight. I trusted in anything bigger- in fate. I never stopped loving you. Your longer days and dark nights taught me patience. And I could get through more nights without worrying about you so much, but, still, putting myself first felt new, but . . . good. Better than before. Attending to matters of the heart in perfect solitude.
By A.I. Reads5 years ago in Poets
For whom the bell tolls
It is said that nothing is created, everything is copied. The title of this text was copied from a music by a Brazilian singer named Raul Seixas, called “Por quem os sinos dobram” (For whom the bell tolls), which is a nice but kind of obscure song. In one verse, Raul sings that “one alone never wins a war”, which at least has something to do with my intention in writing this text. The song is the first track of the B side of the album “Por quem os sinos dobram”, released in 1979.
By Nicolas Teixeira Cabral5 years ago in Poets
Dream Journey
Thrust into a world that is limited only by what is in your mind. A place that allows the imagination to run wild, unconsciously. We can get to a region we never knew that even existed, let alone was actually inside our heads. Dreams have more power than one would think, and they can be the key to unlocking the deepest parts of your subconsciousness. The difficult task you need only to do is to remember.
By Hannah Dupre5 years ago in Poets
My Familiar
Today was the day I've been waiting for, for as long as I can remember. It is my sixteenth birthday and the day that I get to choose my familiar. As a descendent of a long line of witches predating the Salem witch trials, choosing your familiar was a big deal. It was the coming of age for the women in my family. A familiar is a spiritual entity that would appears to us in an animal form, sometimes they were referred as animal guides. A familiar was a witch’s most faithful companion that would remain with them until the end of their days, they acted as a guardians and protectors to the ones their loyalty was sworn to. They were more than a pet, a familiars bond was deeper then family blood.
By Payton Rose5 years ago in Poets
