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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
Atomic HistorianPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsWilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
Atomic HistorianPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsQUESTIONABLE
QUESTIONABLE Obtuse quotes. Badly built boats. Driverless autos. Stolen lotto. Bogus antiques.
Babs IversonPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsThe End
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Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsMoorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsBlue Dream
This week I had to make my peace with death I wrote letters to be read in any case of event Wishes and instructions Too stubborn for my own good these are the repercussions
Ashley AntunesPublished a day ago in PoetsSnack of the Heart
In the sunlit corner of our schoolyard fair, Where laughter danced like music in the air, Memories of our beloved snack arise,
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen The scars that are inflicted deep within the soul often run deeper than the ones that are visible to the naked eye. Pain in its amorous embrace sets its fangs deeper into the crevices of the acts and syllables recorded in its intangible zest. Our heart knows moments that it tries its best to bury inside the depths of its brevity. There is both beauty and severance in the transitory moments of life. It has the most radiant days and the most desperate of nights. There are moments of light and joy and then there are moments of darkness, of hours of plight that behold and bemoan on us for being pure.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsOne Day At A Time
Life happens, On an everyday basis. Some days great, some days not so great What do you do on the not so great days? Hang on or give up?
Echo
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSong of the Prophets
*III* Song of the Artist “Wake up, Look up!” The angel effortlessly shakes the young artist deeply sleeping
Antoni NimaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsSongs of the Prophets
*II* Songs of the Deceivers Is it a brave new world or a Sisyphean dream? With floating heads dividing
Antoni NimaPublished 7 days ago in Poets