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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
The Cave
There'a nothing I want more Than to be free Of this constant wondering Wandering Fumbling in the dark Not knowing when my time will come...
Amargeaux RaiPublished 5 years ago in PoetsSquare Peg
When will I fit in? When will I begin to feel Like I'm in accordance With the rest of the world? Always seemingly one step behind,
Amargeaux RaiPublished 5 years ago in PoetsScars
I remember Growing up And falling down Scraping my elbow on the ground The sound of my elbow hitting the pavement Still bothers me to this day.
Amargeaux RaiPublished 5 years ago in PoetsShakespeare's 'The Tempest' in 2 Pages
THE TEMPEST in Two Pages By William Shakespeare Adapted by Orion Bradshaw CHARACTERS: Storyteller Prospero Miranda Ariel
Orion BradshawPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Denial
Do not say they are gone too soon Floating and drifting like a balloon People should start listening and acting Say what they have to say and assuming
Will ChancellorPublished 5 years ago in PoetsWaiting
I was curled up in bed, staring into the blackness of my closed eyelids. Holding tight to my stuffed friend that reminded me of home, even though it made my hands and arms warm I still held her close. My body was only partially covered due to the heat accompanied by my blankets and the heat still hanging around outside despite the sun going down hours ago. The soft pounding in my head from too much caffeine was hard to ignore, especially when caffeinated drinks didn’t often find their way to my system. I tried to focus on the quiet whooshing from the tires of cars passing by my apartment, but could only hear the hum of the dripping AC in my hallway. Deep inside sounding as if it were panting from its tired attempts to keep running as it should be, making the soft pounding in my head feel like someone was lightly hitting a drum in the back of my ears. I was hoping my early morning would’ve let my body rest by now, but it stays awake listening to the sounds bounce around my walls like a tunnel. Waiting until it would be silenced and all noise forgotten, waiting until I would fall asleep.
Kaylee HenricksonPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Cloth-Covered Form
Last night, I dreamed I was holding the withered bones of an estranged relative in my arms, she being wound in her shroud. My mother, sitting in a chair with rotted teeth, a bleeding, infected mouth, begged me, 'Do not hold her thus!'; but I lie with her regardless, hearing her murmur, though she were dead.
Pride and Love
Pride From Pride rose Injustice But also Hope From Pride came Hatred But also Love Born from Pride is our Self-Prison And in Pride, Liberty may also live
Tracey Lapham WhitePublished 5 years ago in PoetsA Leaf in the Wind
I watched him drive away, A leaf in the wind. He never said goodbye to me, Not even in a note. I stood by the window silently,
Tracey Lapham WhitePublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Dance
The silence resurfaces; Its choke hold washes over me, so loud I need the noise clutter to normalize Fuck that. Fuck it all.
Jason WhitePublished 5 years ago in PoetsTree of Life
Stature—stature defines how we view its strength. Beauty is only accepted by its age and its length. The wind of time rustles sleepily through its trembling hands.
Levi St PierrePublished 5 years ago in PoetsMidnight Ride
I travel on the midnight ride to nowhere, Absorbed by the cloudy abyss. Encompassed in lonely fear, Soul knowing it should never be like this.
Levi St PierrePublished 5 years ago in Poets