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

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1. Fade Into Obscurity The curtain is falling Once more; take your Final bow. Don't embarrass Yourself this time.
By J.C. Traverse4 years ago in Poets
I Broke my Foot
Well to say this was not a part of the plan is an understatement. But alas here I am with a broken foot, no a broken 5th metatarsal, because I know that shit by its' real name now.
By The Unlocal 4 years ago in Poets
Everything happens for a Reason
I do believe that everything does happen for a reason... I think about how planned out everything was before I broke my foot. Yet now I'm sat here with no plan in sight. The funny thing is that I'm okay with that. For the first time, I really do feel okay.
By The Unlocal 4 years ago in Poets
Back To Scrolling
Mindless scrolling Looking for validation online Filling the time Filling the void Someone just liked my post Fleeting happiness
By Zachary Phillips4 years ago in Poets
A New Horizon Poem
We once sang a sweet melody in the joyful month of June, "Gracious Come With Me To The Valley Of The Moon!" We will go about in garments
By news Recap4 years ago in Poets
She Weeps Fruit
She tastes the world through separated lips, Gulping the ocean immersed air with an inquisitive tongue What's more, swallows in parched swallows
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Poets
hearts shattered
we boarded the ship of dreams with smiles of tomorrow the ship sailed the ocean towards the sunset of glamours waters i seen the beauty of magnificent splashes hit the waves at sea
By Shanell Brown4 years ago in Poets
A poem about choices.
Sometimes we're dealt a bad hand and there's nothing we can do about it We just have to smile and grin and take it I tried to trick the dealer once,
By suresh crouch4 years ago in Poets
Love & Distortion
I keep remembering what it feels like to be trapped in a room, hands clenched around your throat, kicking, squirming, eyes wide with terror. No breath escaping as the hand that are supposed to love you clamp down hard and painfully over your mouth. Now wondering if this is my last moment before consciousness fades.
By Tiffany Jackson4 years ago in Poets
We messed up the colours
I think we've messed up the colours love is green, fear is red just like math solitude is beige, and sometimes a bruise purple.
By Cristina Pineros4 years ago in Poets
A Prologue
A duel of bloodlines, both shed red and proud (In fair Verona - seems so young to me), Their so-called ancient grudge makes their cry loud,
By Persephone Stylet4 years ago in Poets
My Favorite Character
People are not my thing I want them to be- they never have been I try to relate- fall flat Try again Observation has become my art
By MJ Wood4 years ago in Poets