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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Angel 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 a day ago in PoetsMay
Inaccurate, the memories linger longer than they should. Etched into the gray matter, held captive by neurons,
Morgan LongfordPublished 2 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 3 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 3 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 4 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 5 days ago in PoetsIntimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in Poets"Breathing in Air"
Breath in, air so fresh and free Filling lungs, with vitality A scent of blooms, or ocean breeze Invigorating senses, with ease
Isra SaleemPublished 5 days ago in PoetsA Treasure Beyond Google
Sit some time with the elders, For wisdom doesn't always glow on screens. In their eyes, a tapestry of yesteryears, Stories stitched with laughter, love, and tears.
Ahsan AhmadPublished 7 days ago in Poets