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

The Weight of Nothing, Something
Darkness, impenetrable intangible, casts its unrelenting shadow over me. Reprieve and relief have become obscure ideals, experiential relics of a past the memory of which slowly dissipates into nothing. People tend to misunderstand nothing. In its own cruel way, nothing is something. When it's your only something, you cling to it as I cling to it. I've long forgotten what it felt like to have something—anything worthy of pride and a sense of achievement. “True hope... is swift." "True hope is swift... and flies with swallow's wings. Kings it makes gods and meaner creatures kings." What is hope?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Who Am I?
Who am I outside of my roles? It's a profound question that causes some major thought provocation. How can I be less of a people pleaser? How can I be more of a self pleaser?
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Verses in the FROST
Dear frost, you arrive in the quiet of night,Draping the world in your shimmering white.But it’s not just the cold that you bring to the air,It’s a whisper of beauty, fragile and rare.Perhaps you are fleeting, gone with the sun,But the verses you leave have only begun.Your lace on the window, your touch on the ground,A silent reminder where hope can be found.Life feels heavy, its weight hard to bear,Neither soft nor kind, it shows little care.And yet, you return when the night grows still,Painting the world with a quiet will.I see your art, though it melts away,A lesson that nothing in life can stay.But does that make you any less divine?To vanish, yet leave your mark every time?However cold the frost may seem,It carries a promise, a gentle dream:That even in darkness, there’s wonder to find,A delicate grace that calms the mind.So I endure, with your beauty in view,Each step I take feels a little less blue.Your frosted verse tells me to carry on,To seek new beginnings with every dawn.It will be alright, it will all be okay,For even the frost finds its voice in the fray.And though you dissolve when the sunlight appears,You remind me of strength through the hardest of years.
By Melanie2 years ago in Poets
Winter Blues
End of autumn means the onset of winter, The pathetic fallacy of death, The final whisper to our journey. Days get shorter, we experience less sunlight,
By Sid Aaron Hirji2 years ago in Poets
Is The World Wide Enough?
There’s more fish in the sea, but none that I can actually see. Every one that I try to catch has a tendency to flee when we find ourselves in any sort of glee
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Different
I’m sorry I’m not who I was then If you’ve known me long enough You’ll know you’ve never met the same person twice Is it a virtue or a vice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Blood Crow
Look upon us See our scars From battles past Yet, we are the ones that last No false platitudes Told we have bad attitudes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Villain's Point Of View
Thinking back to all those stories we know how the villain was defeated and the hero saves the princess, living happily ever after.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
You are my life and you are my death
Come let's sit between the candles and dance under the drizzle of rain Let's embrace the star of the sky and dream of what the moon is
By Housekeeping2 years ago in Poets
I long for you
I long for you For you are tenderness And you are safety And the oasis of my heart when it gets tired I long for you with the longing of the deserts
By Housekeeping2 years ago in Poets
her purest love
Love, a whisper in the gentle breeze, A tender touch that puts hearts at ease. It blooms in silence, soft and true, A light that shines through skies of blue.
By Housekeeping2 years ago in Poets
Lechuza ou Owl Witch: Légende Urbaine de la Sorcière
The enigmatic figure of the Lechuza, or Owl Witch, has long captivated the imagination of cultures across the Americas. This légende urbaine de la sorcière weaves together themes of mysticism, folklore, and fear, leaving an indelible mark on local traditions and stories. In this article, we delve into the origins, symbolism, and modern interpretations of the Lechuza, unraveling why this figure continues to intrigue believers and skeptics alike.
By Housekeeping2 years ago in Poets