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

Step Out of Your Comfort Zone
In the whispers of the night, where dreams take flight, We stand on the edge, hearts bold and bright. With each heartbeat, a call to explore,
By Karl Jackson2 years ago in Poets
Closed up
i am sewn up, stitched tight I can't bring myself to open Each stitch is tight, hurt so terribly to tie together and the indifferent airs made them even tear a little bit but still intact just barely In fact, the stitches are barely holding even though—i refuse to open.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
The passage of time, nostalgia
The ticking hands, they never pause, Etching lines with inconspicuous claws. A childhood giggle, a transitory glance, Lost inside the waltz of chance.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Vocal Media good points
1. Multiple Niches & Categories Writers can publish across various communities, from fiction to personal stories, technology, wellness, and more.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
I met my younger self for a coffee date
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A Sense of Relaxation is the Best Way to Nourish One's Health
A Sense of Relaxation is the Best Way to Nourish One's Health The term "sense of relaxation" has been selected... People with a sense of relaxation are always particularly enviable:
By jjsy zh2 years ago in Poets
With My Eyes Shut
Nightmares have slipped through my life like my second shadow, suffocating me through the day and finding a friend in me at night.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
The Slaughter of Innocence. Content Warning.
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Impaled
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A. Schicklgruber H.
They were NPC’s with little concern Until color became oval shaped Schicklgruber was his middle name John is his middle name almost 100 years later
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
Surviving meant
I fear what my survival instincts tell me what to do It took me so long to finally find you I watch my environment go up in flames
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
Love, a Young Man’s Theme
For the longest time since I could understand the concept of “love” and what it entails, I’ve fantasized a lot about finding the right one and beyond
By Guillermo2 years ago in Poets