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

Mercy
I haven't yet fallen in love with the things that I should. But her eyes felt like I could see home and her smile was my saving grace. I felt for her the same way the moon felt for the stars. It just so happens that the moon wouldn't be complete without them.
By Skylar Counts5 years ago in Poets
The Panda
Thank You! Thank You! Oh, Bless you! Thank You! Ok, just pull around to the side And, Ugh! My NEIGHBOR! He never parks like that- Right where You were supposed to park!
By Delleina5 years ago in Poets
Breath
A sudden sharp breath intake. It tasted like cold. Crisp. Cutting. Careless. Winter was short here, it lasted but weeks never months. She always felt a dutiful obligation by its arrival. Buy some cardigans that fit, some slippers that don’t smell like a fart and maybe a cute winterish outfit with some boots. Or don’t, just pull the dusty stuff out of the cupboards, sneeze, wash it all, try it all on then bag it all up and donate. Keep pieces you wish you’d given and give ones you wish you kept.
By Rhiannon 5 years ago in Poets
From Brenin's Book of Poetry
One day, while walking, I saw a tree. And I stopped to wonder, can it see me? Standing in the wind, it's branches blowing like my hair.
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Poets
Scars
01/23/20 She fell in love with too harsh angles, a body incapable of sustaining her, with little, thin, white lines. These are what she found incomprehensible beauty in. These are what she could create and control. These were her pride.
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Poets
I forget why
Borderline or manic OCD, ADHD, MDD... oh don't panic It's so normal to be abnormal Here's some Zoloft, a sprinkle of
By Joy Lynh Chiap5 years ago in Poets
The Package
On a day like every other, though which one, I do remember. Eyes in a stare of horror, scared, I looked on my porch, then studder.
By Samuël Robert5 years ago in Poets
New Addict
Nothing can save me from my own mind. A certain fix that I need, I cannot find. This need for a sleepless night seems unreasonable and dumb,
By Melissa, the Empress5 years ago in Poets
Simple Moments
The evening began to drift into the music of night. A gentle breeze blew through the slats of the barn, inviting Emmie into the field of wheat to dance. She heard the song of the trees beckoning her to join them as the sun began its decent. She held onto a yellowing paper with a short poem written upon it.
By Miranda Moore5 years ago in Poets
Reputation
An attractiveness, however hard it tries, Will always be youthful. Down, down, down into the darkness of the attractiveness,
By Sabin Paul5 years ago in Poets
The Unwanted Epiphany
Change. The unwanted epiphany. The glossing over past choices of what could I and what I didn’t I? It is the breaking of the soul.
By Cadma5 years ago in Poets
Hear Me Out.
For this, there may be examples that do not make much sense. It is okay if it does not. I would like to bring awareness to how much trouble many people have with thought. This is just a small example. Let me show you how you can connect raisins to sleepiness.
By Cody Kennedy5 years ago in Poets