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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Hridya SharmaPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLife-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsExploding
You explode into a swirling mix of smoke and sparks when you are entranced by the potential or actuality of love a beautiful firework,
Lizzy GabrickPublished 7 days ago in PoetsThe Golden Hour
At that time of day, that notorious hour, when every color flares from every tiny flower. When the breeze which blows the palms sway,
Antoni NimaPublished 8 days ago in PoetsIn the South of France
Bundled in blue scarves, black fabric on my fingers keeping me cozy— covered head to toe and warming up my body, all except my nose.
Antoni NimaPublished 8 days ago in PoetsA New Way To Cope
The Journey To Watch Every Movie… 2024 Watched: Bicycle Thieves 1948 — 7/10 Historical moments of cinema, one of the best of its time
Olivia DodgePublished 8 days ago in PoetsEclipse
Electronically vivid planted in the sky, Choosing to be the courier for a unique change up high, Lament to everyone’s eyes
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 9 days ago in PoetsDon’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
Hridya SharmaPublished 10 days ago in PoetsPain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsHair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
Songs of Happiness
To sing songs of happiness. But I want to play the drums. To play the drums of happiness. But I don’t know how to play.