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

You two? No not you, yes you two
She’s not as nice as you all like to say I’ve never described myself in that way I have always said I am kind not nice Your treachery has earned you that price
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Twelve
On this hellish morning, I’m carrying forty pounds of water on my shoulder for money. Something is strange about this neighborhood. None of the house numbers are in order, and there are no doors, and I don’t know where I’m going. So I sit in the dry basin and crack open a bottle. There’s a tree in the distance. A little kid chases flies around it. When he notices me across the way, he screams, “Wake up!”
By Sam Eliza Green5 months ago in Poets
Let's not talk of snow
Let’s not talk of snow so soon, While we still have a few full moons. Summer has just slipped away, Fall has only begun its stay.
By Homayra Adiba5 months ago in Poets
The First
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
The Taste of Lies
The Taste of Lies “Bitter words linger longer than sweet ones, and some truths never wash away.” Lila always believed that honesty was like sugar—sweet, comforting, and easily savored. But over the years, she learned the other taste of the world: lies.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
How Long Does Grief Echo?
How Long Does Grief Echo? “When love lingers in every step, even silence has a heartbeat.” The house was quiet. Too quiet.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The Chair Across From Me Grief leaves its shadows not in silence, but in the spaces we still set for those who never return.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
The Price of Perception
Do not apologize- for thinking too much, for feeling too deeply. Yours is not a damaged mind, but one that cannot unsee
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Poets
I Will Never Be That Woman
I will never be the woman who gets her nails done every ten days. My hands are workers’ hands- built for movement, flexibility,
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets