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

MOONCHILD | DLIHCNOOM
MOONCHILD Between sandcastles, a pearl sat in an eggshell setting looking up with eyes that wondered, “Who cut the moon in half?”
By Dorothy5 years ago in Poets
That Kind Of Weekend
This was written after a long weekend, listening to my 20 year old son (who has autism) chatter non-stop about his obsessions. I love him dearly, but oh, sometimes I could use a break! It's not always easy as a single mom, but I wouldn't trade him for anything in the universe.
By Jena Tilton Pinkham5 years ago in Poets
the bottom (a short story)
Today, the world has gotten smaller. I see a fish I’ve never seen before. A giant—an alien, holding me in the concave of its fin. I watch it breathe on the outside of the world, and I feel a certain restriction over my gills. I don’t know what this feeling is. There’s pressure building inside of me. I don’t know what to call this. Except, perhaps, a collection of fear.
By Madame Destroyer5 years ago in Poets
Edmund Spencer
`The theme Sidney writes about within this particular sonnet is about love like many of his other poems, as well as intertwined with the inevitable aging of time and the fading of the world. He does however change the tone compared to many other poems. He begins by expressing his despair about love and how time will always prevent him from eternally having his lover. Uniquely at the end stanza, he changes this tone to a hopeful and faith filled belief about love. His conclusion is that even though the world will end and their body along with the rest of the world will age, fade and die. Despite this, he knows that their love will live forever through their spirit. He knows this because their love is divine and so pure and true that their souls will be kept together among the heavens.
By Katelind Sky5 years ago in Poets
Empty
His soiled tears fell without haste to the ground on which he now stood upon forming particles of salt behind his eyelids now so dry, burning harsher than
By Xander 5 years ago in Poets
Amber Light, Right Here, Right Now
Let me lay before the fire, like a cat outstretch with purring delight , for the winter winds howl against the window , battering snow into drifts across a wooded view, yet all the while we are sheltered from this storm.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
What the author meant
H mm. Let's say I hate literature. Not literature itself, but the teachers who teach them. Take this for example:- Author: The curtains were blue.
By Shantanu Baddar5 years ago in Poets
The Lord Can Do Anything For You, Except This
The lord can do anything but this, just another poem of the times This and one other thing the lord can’t do. Now, hiss, and chew.
By E. Lloyd K5 years ago in Poets
Silent Shores
I've come to know the power of drawing a line where I once wanted vast openness and deep connection outside of myself. The line is one that will hold me in silence as I embrace being alone, yet not lonely.
By Sven Selle5 years ago in Poets
Silent Shores
I see a line drawn. How did it get there? Did I draw it, was it you or did we both draw it? Communication seems to fall short of this line. Perhaps the depth expressed is too deep for you to meet me at this moment on the journey. Perhaps I cannot reach the shallowness of your shores. Though now I am assuming and here lies the danger of creating illusions spell. Instead I will speak of what I know to be my truth.
By Sven Selle5 years ago in Poets
Nolita
You are my every influence within this quick Nolita morning; a faded rose sky turns my fingertips into crystal caverns that cradle warmth into a secret I can hold in my hand.
By Trick Blanchfield5 years ago in Poets
A Sonnet of Lovely Things
I feel love , by E Lloyd Kelly (the-poet) This is “love” that I’m feeling. Hey. You there, fix your face. Drop that frown and put on a smile in its place.
By E. Lloyd K5 years ago in Poets