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

To my best friend
Dearest best friend, I had the worst migraine yesterday. It lasted a full 24 hours and I could not keep anything down. I've also been severely depressed off and on but I am working through it with therapy. I can't wait to talk to you on the phone again my dearest.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Loss and grief. Content Warning.
In shadows deep, where sorrow dwells, I wander through my private hells, A tapestry of loss and grief, Where tears are shed, with no relief.
By Mr Addy3 years ago in Poets
fiction
In realms unseen, where dreams take flight, A title fiction, a tale ignite. With words as brushes, let verses bloom, Unleashing worlds beyond the gloom.
By kulandaivel3 years ago in Poets
faithful
In a world of shadows and shifting sands, There's a beacon of light, unwavering, grand. Faithful and true, like a diamond gleaming,
By kulandaivel3 years ago in Poets
Moon
Temple form Finished, done OOze, none Still, the storm (?) What’ that feel An emotion A distortion It’s the Teal Favourite dye (?)
By Rafal Gladych3 years ago in Poets
Chant of the Ages (Metals)
NOW PRESENTING: [enter Pastor Pisistratus trailing flock] The Ages OUT WITH! IN WITH! [long time passing] this is a sunny procession of cereals, gone in tandem with the war-march:
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
The Scene of the Mime
THE SCENE OF THE MIME SET By the Home County of Kent on the purple grasses beneath its pinkened skies [o chalky land of Kent]
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
How Shall Man/Woman be Paraphrased?
Its leafage is all of red gold, grove of giving, dealing gentle flame, grown in freely-giving friendship beware, there are false laurels
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Papa Pasteur
LOUIS PASTEUR (type scientifique) Hermes may have brought Robbery, but also the Scientific Method. Introduce us O Camenae
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
PASIPHAE: and the Birth of the Minotaur. Content Warning.
O PASIPHAE A Queenly Interlude o unhappy maid, what madness seized your captured heart and pounded your yearning womb to such unnatural lusts! Fortunate she indeed if there had never been flocks—Pasiphae love-slave to the wild white bull stud
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Trees and Kennings
sheepnotes and goatnotes CUDDIE TRIES TO REVIEW TREES AND KENNINGS he forgot long ago Glasir being named the tree whose leaves are of red gold
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
IDYLL
IDYLL while I weary myself with reading aloud there you are weaving a basket of fluvial wicker still moist and pliant and the must fomenting with the bubbly hiss of a hoarsest whisper drones midday from the wine vats with the cicada locustals’ bass continuo underlining; while the roots of the sylvan beech hold in the ebullient waters from eroding the humus of soil-cake underneath and the branches above ramify into a kind of textual shelter-place for weary wanderers in word land. There are shadows inter-insinuated in segments,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets