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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Mind
Battle field of thoughts, Fighting, racing Who will get to the finish Line? Will I lose myself! Will I remain the same!
Adelusi AanuPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Collections
1. I had a panic attack once I was thinking about my future and I didn't want it any outcome wouldn't change the fact that i'm depressed
jessica skorupskiPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Short Quotes That Will Put You Into Thinking
Never walk away, Till you’ve left a mark, Then I would know You existed. Time flies more Than memories can stay. You wouldn’t care
Rafia UmarPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Pastel Blue
There she is again, she should be studying for her physics exam that's coming up on Tuesday but instead, she's sat in her window seat looking up at the pastel blue, pink and white that drift around in the sky. The weather is cool but not cold. She has her window cracked slightly open so she can breathe in the soft breeze that flows lazily into her small bedroom. The new camisole she bought is warm and smells like her favorite fabric softener. She gazes sleeply at the sky almost as if in a trance. The clouds float by and some birds dance around a tree in her yard, the day seems lazy, even the sun has cast her face down and hides behind her cotton covers. In and out the girl breathes, feeling her chest rise and fall in even deep breaths. She feels her eyes get heavy as her head starts to droop. She leans back relaxing her head on the soft pillow behind her. A little gust of wind flows in and tickles her cheeks, the cool breeze is refreshing and relaxing. Her textbook and pencil lay forgotten on her lap as she feels her body slowly melting into the cushion on the window seat. Soon her eyes shut with a final sigh, the clouds and pastel colors follow her into her dreams. Soft, Cool and sweet. Why was it so hard to focus when the weather was nice?
The First Fallen Rose
It’s been the longest while since I let my brain control my strokes on the keyboard, it’s been the longest while since I let my emotions take control of my writing.
Crazy
If the world has color, People like me are paints and brushes. I'm far from the norm like it's Pluto. What is the name given to those people?
Monique StarPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Little Lovelies
if I could wrap my arms around you so tight that I could create a world a world where you are safe where you belong where you fit in
a. k. randPublished 5 years ago in Poets
You Promised Me Sleep
I'm lost in the Idea That in this universe I'm the only one Who gets what it's like to be outcast. I was beaten up And bloodied,
Amargeaux RaiPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Free with Intent
It wasn't long our bond grew Trails were tough and rough There you where Spirited free with intent Willing to hold the weight of my shoulders
Sharita CormierPublished 6 years ago in Poets
Pensamientos en La Habana
Pensamientos en La Habana = Thoughts In Havana Deep in the catacombs of my checkered past in a house that was not my home
B.B CummingsPublished 6 years ago in Poets
To: You | Fr: Me
To: You Fr: Me People say that not everyone you meet will be by your side forever. It was because people are bound to change and then eventually leave. I know that I've always believed that but somewhere deep inside of me, I was hoping that people wouldn't change or leave — or at least you. I even hoped that people can just leave but not change because I feared changed that much. I feared that the people that I was used to would get up one morning and then completely realize that I'm nothing to them. That's when change happens. But then again, another part of me hoped that no one would leave. That when you enter my life, you just stay.
Random Writings
4/13 Dreams are fantasy worlds But they can be nightmares too Our dreams are things we cannot control without controlling ourselves
