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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Nobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsYou-11
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Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsThe Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsYou-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsAngel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMay
Inaccurate, the memories linger longer than they should. Etched into the gray matter, held captive by neurons,
Morgan LongfordPublished 3 days ago in PoetsGone were the days
Looking back, I see life unfolds I know I can never go back to when I only think of playing and running around under the rain.
I grew a fig tree
Fucking fig trees They grow like weeds when you get around to planting them Finally I want every filthy piece of that one at the top
Whisper of the Night: The jasmine's Tale
In the calm of the evening, where the stars murmur mysteries Furthermore, the moon's silver light moves upon the earth, A sensitive scent winds through the air,
Rony SutradarPublished 4 days ago in PoetsWhispers Beyond the Flesh
Part 1: The Doorway I step through the curve, An entryway to no place, My body stays behind, A remnant of skin and bone.
Rony SutradarPublished 4 days ago in PoetsWhen They Were Dinosaurs
We had kings, scholars, aristocrats. There was no poverty as we had not wasted resources. The wars we fought were a hierarchical battle,
Sid Aaron HirjiPublished 5 days ago in PoetsA Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in Poets