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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
The Navigation of Hands
a sudden wave disarticulates the hand, liberating the shadows of fingers. this is an outline of pure possibility replacing remembering, go with it—there is no balance, it’s all or nothing—memories covered in whiteout throb on the page like divergent bulbs and your hands become staircases of rats swarming, clawing over each other. rodent fingers of chaotic planes trace your non-pulsed heart. these hands are not to be navigated.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
Poetry books by POC
It’s POETRY MONTH, so naturally I’ve been reading more poetry than usual. I’ve always felt iffy about poetry due to many making my eyes roll and getting me to say “what does that even mean,” or “Fake deep.” Don’t get me wrong, I always appreciate the poem in general and I understand there are different types and writers that I just may not connect with, while there are tons I will absolutely adore. I will never give up on poetry as a whole, especially because I write a bit of it myself (some that makes my eyes dolly and some that make me sa—)
By when I write3 years ago in Poets
The slave who Boxed and shipped himself
My dear Henry Box, My heartfelt condolences and admiration for your fortitude and strength of character. As I reminisce on your life, I am filled with wonder and awe at the lengths you had to go to in order to gain your freedom. A man who wass willing to live, sacrifice or die for what he truly believed in. I wanted to consider you a hero, but unfortunately, other disturbing information has come to light.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
Dear Daughter
Dearest daughter, To my oldest daughter...you are number one of my two. How much I truly do love you. I hope you knew, or know to this day. This letter is long overdue, there is so much to say. You are 17 now my dear. You grew up so fast. The time has just flown past. For so long, it was just me and you. Being a mother was, and still is my life. I tried my best to protect you. I never spoke poorly of your dad. Even when he stood you up and made you sad. As you grew, you saw him, his family and the situation for what it is. You have always been a clever kid. You are so smart. So beautiful and extremely talented. Your artwork is outta world! I am so proud of you baby girl. I know you have insecurities and abandonment issues too. It's ok, you are great and excel at everything you do. You are the blueprint. You taught we how to be a mom. We pretty much grew up together. I regret NOTHING! We are birds of a feather.
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Poets
