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

Playing Catch-up
Hey Vocal Family! Super excited to be out of "hermit mode". I come bearing good news and gifts - well, if you deem it as such, I guess.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
To all the dreamers
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Panorama
The rooster crows, a rusty alarm, Sun peeks in, chasing morning's calm. Mama's pot sings a steamy song, Of yam porridge, thick and strong.
By Igwe Treasure2 years ago in Poets
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A love letter to pain
Love letter to pain I have always talked about the nuances of love and beautiful warm fuzzy feelings about love, . But today I want to dive deep into the crux of love, the shades of grey behind the shiny and lustery surface of love . Falling in love is easy, but living with it forever is a constant battle. I am painstakingly and very candidly saying that, loving someone is the most beautiful yet the most hurtful thing. Because when you love someone, they knowingly or unknowingly will hurt you.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Being Right
In the quiet dawn, where thoughts take flight, To stand my ground, I find I'm right. A beacon in the fog, my mind is clear,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Always in Hurry
In the race of life, I'm always in a hurry, Chasing time, a constant flurry. Minutes fly, like birds in flight, Days blend into restless night.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A poem written after they died: "Witch Haze"
There’s this lump in my throat that I carry with the same skewed reverence as my broken sapphire wallet. I hold it extra close in the grocery stores, in public, even though it’s not of any value to a stranger.
By Auspicious Wren2 years ago in Poets
Año ANNIVERSARY
An año anniversary. Noticed notifications. Neither naughty or nice. Insightful intriguing Instagram. Visions valued, visiting vicariously.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Rasta Life. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Sunrise splashed gold across the palm trees, coaxing Winston out of his hammock. He wasn't much for routines, but the rhythm of the island kept him in check. First things first - a strong cup of bush tea, brewed from secret leaves his grandma taught him about. Sipping it slow, he watched the mountains wake up, a smoky blue haze clinging to their peaks.
By The traveler2 years ago in Poets
Politics in Love
Politics in Love In the realm where hearts and minds conspire, Where the politics of love ignite desire, A dance of power and passion intertwined,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets