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

fathering.
Letting go was the best way I could love myself when I couldn't string the perfect words. There was no explanation I could've provided for my choices; I left you with nothing to cling to except maybe confusion. It simply didn't serve us any longer to hold on so tight. I trusted in anything bigger- in fate. I never stopped loving you. Your longer days and dark nights taught me patience. And I could get through more nights without worrying about you so much, but, still, putting myself first felt new, but . . . good. Better than before. Attending to matters of the heart in perfect solitude.
By A.I. Reads5 years ago in Poets
For whom the bell tolls
It is said that nothing is created, everything is copied. The title of this text was copied from a music by a Brazilian singer named Raul Seixas, called “Por quem os sinos dobram” (For whom the bell tolls), which is a nice but kind of obscure song. In one verse, Raul sings that “one alone never wins a war”, which at least has something to do with my intention in writing this text. The song is the first track of the B side of the album “Por quem os sinos dobram”, released in 1979.
By Nicolas Teixeira Cabral5 years ago in Poets
A Thousand Years of Darkness
Tonight I walked with the moon; Half mass as it rose too soon; The nights are getting cold; As are these dreams I hold.
By Jessica Taylor5 years ago in Poets
The Stories 4
The rebuilding By: Jessica Taylor She had loved him for so long now, but,she knew what needed to be done. If she continued on this path it would only lead to her eventual destruction. How would she ever learn to end this chapter in her life.
By Jessica Taylor5 years ago in Poets
Dream Journey
Thrust into a world that is limited only by what is in your mind. A place that allows the imagination to run wild, unconsciously. We can get to a region we never knew that even existed, let alone was actually inside our heads. Dreams have more power than one would think, and they can be the key to unlocking the deepest parts of your subconsciousness. The difficult task you need only to do is to remember.
By Hannah Dupre5 years ago in Poets
My Gorgeous Torture (Phoenix)
I've been watching the world unfold in front of me. It's like a movie and I haven't added my scene just yet. There's a frustration that comes with the idea of running out of time. "Making moves" overtakes the place of allowing moves to be made. I should mention, while it is frustrating to exist in this space, I feel excitement.
By JS White5 years ago in Poets
My Familiar
Today was the day I've been waiting for, for as long as I can remember. It is my sixteenth birthday and the day that I get to choose my familiar. As a descendent of a long line of witches predating the Salem witch trials, choosing your familiar was a big deal. It was the coming of age for the women in my family. A familiar is a spiritual entity that would appears to us in an animal form, sometimes they were referred as animal guides. A familiar was a witch’s most faithful companion that would remain with them until the end of their days, they acted as a guardians and protectors to the ones their loyalty was sworn to. They were more than a pet, a familiars bond was deeper then family blood.
By Payton Rose5 years ago in Poets
A Samhain Verse for Spells
A Samhain Verse for Spells to Welcome the Dead to the Table: Bold, the Ravens fly today in the wind is energy fae
By Char Wilcox5 years ago in Poets
The Past
Life can be like a burning hallway that you are constantly having to run in front of. There are times that all you want to do is turn around and go back, but everyone tells you not to because the fire will consume you. But still, you want to go back and get those things that made you the happiest and bring them with you. If only you could survive the fire. Time will not slow down for you and life will still go on without you. I guess it's true when people see life as a race. In this case it's against the past. Because looking back at the fire, the past, and getting caught in it will only prevent you from moving forward.
By Detrikhan5 years ago in Poets
Threads
Silence The world is still But I am moving; I am frozen, But the world spins on. Their voices pester And prod but
By Clara Reinke5 years ago in Poets
Why are we ourselves?
Ever wonder why you're you and not someone else? It's not an expression of self loathing. It's something we all play with at some point I imagine. Maybe there's more there. Perhaps instead of asking why you are you and I am me we could ask why am I animate? Why is most of reality not perceptual and we happen to find ourselves in a position where we are? Of all the events that we could occupy we find ourselves in one where the event is that of perception. Of course I couldn't imagine it any other way... However, I could answer why we're human.... It's nice to know that still doesn't answer the question. Whatever the answer is it's sure to be of profound significance.
By Nicholas Powers5 years ago in Poets
dissolved
“Always dancing on the edge aren’t you?” He snickered as the girl spun on the tips of her shoes. Quite literally inches from falling over but she didn’t care. Her eyes were shut her silver hair tied up in a messy bun. She twirled on the edge of the wall without a care in the world. She was focused on something elsewhere. Something that didn’t matter in the end. A far away thought and place. So distant that it could almost be a dream. Somehow someway it was real though. Real as the clouds in the sky and smoke from candles. Real but gone in an instant. Her moves mirrored that of the parallel world. Her fingertips disappearing and fading like dust. She wasn’t going to fall. She was going to be taken away by the wind as it slowly takes her piece by piece. He wanted to reach out and touch her. To stop her before it was too late but he could do nothing but watch. He could do nothing but smile and pretend like it was the most perfect thing in the world. Cause it was.
By Illusive5 years ago in Poets