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Lists of the best poems and poets from every genre; collections of poetry from the romantic to the reflective, dark, satirical, nostalgic and more.
Complacency
Complacency is the leading cause of injury in the workplace. Cut keys too many times without using your gloves and you might get cut.
Katrell PlunkettPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThrowaway
There are 7.4 billion people in the world and 170 thousand words in the English language in regular use, this is a throwaway I am a throwaway. These words are no more significant than the arrangement of any other words just as my coming to be is no more significant than anyone else. I wasn't really born spectacular in fact I was born short but it wasn't record breaking short it was normal short which is a metaphor for this poem.
Katrell PlunkettPublished 6 years ago in PoetsGoals
Don’t die even if you want to Write and complete Fractal Make better goals Use more than bullet points Move house Have a girlfriend
Nicholas AnthonyPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHuman. Submarine.
human. a fish out of water. a seashell. left forgotten. birthed into an abyss. city of terror. sea of nightmares.
NaSadè GrayPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDon't Touch This III
(Amenamy - Jon Hopkins Remix) cutting ties and breaking chains - chains from the ground to my ankles, and to my wrists. sitting and waiting and gathering the force - balling up thunder and shoving it through my ribs into my lungs - the force to do what needs to be done. freer to the point of flying instead of floating. snatching lightning from the clouds and wearing it as a coat so I can never be mistaken for a shadow again. prickling and sparking and freer. breaths of thunder in the warmth of my own lightning.
Don't Touch This II
(I'm Ready) trying to get back into the swing of things - trying to push myself over the edge of a cliff, to fall back into an uncomfortably familiar rhythm - trying to be ready, now. ready to? to feel again, and not just pretend to. to write, and to mean it. to grasp control, and push it to its very limits without losing it, without spiraling. trying to stare at myself as a language I can learn, and then to learn it, and then to know myself, and then to reformulate what has been lost around this core of known.
A List of Who I Am Right Now Things
rose gold in crushed velvet. silver rings in the pink light of sunset. soft lips, but soft from something not soft, like brown sugar molasses scrub or 36 hours awake on adderall.
The Pack List
Suitcase: To Keep everything in. Suncream: To stop me looking like a tomato Water: To keep me hydrated. Snacks: To stop the hunger bug striking.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSiren
Eyes that looks right through your soul A voice that makes your blood run cold Words that makes you go insane A body that will numb your pain
Vivi VanillePublished 7 years ago in PoetsFive Poets to Read Before You Die
Those of you who are not students of literature may never find yourselves reading poetry. This is, of course, a huge mistake. In the right hands, words take on a life and soul of their own, becoming fertile ground for ideas and imaginations. In a world where desire and conflict interact so disastrously, it is paramount that we do not sacrifice art in favour of systematising our problems because if we do not understand our world we can bring no solutions. The poets in this list are and have been huge figures in understanding the world around us and so to read them is to make both your understanding of your world and your life as a whole more complete. It is by no means a complete list, and certainly, there are hundreds of poets to read that will change your life, but this is a good start.
Jake StreetPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAlcoholic A-Z
A is for ale.Very light and pale. It's an old man's tale. B is for beer. Of course, it's got to be here. Always good to have one near.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThings I Found While Cleaning Out My Junk Drawer
“Thank You” cards I was supposed to send after my graduation party Scratched DVDs I’d been looking for for years Red bow my mom used to clip in my hair
Makeda JacksonPublished 7 years ago in Poets