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

Gardenias on a Live Oak
Gardenias on a Live Oak How do these flowers grow? Muddled through my memory That’s where they find their home
By Brittanica Goodrich3 years ago in Poets
Caged up away from you, Moon-Milk Eyes
cage. I feel it like a chain Wrapping, constructing a new house over my head, pretty new locks. Constricting, a way to shut out my pulsing, angry heart.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Outer Space
Reported: Freckles. Mindless chatter. Pencil shavings. Munching teacher. Smelly classroom. Hot dog water. Child labor. Playground victims. Muddy football.
By Victor Eaves3 years ago in Poets
I can’t talk right now
can’t talk right Now Gotta busy line My hands are stuck in my pockets I don’t have pockets I can’t talk right now Please be patient
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
The Gate of Spiritual Beings
under the watchful eye of a mounted guard just wasting my time, a little bit on my porch waiting for friends to drop by to "talk the situation over"
By Schubert TALK LLC © KD3 years ago in Poets
Etch in your heart, like you etched the name on a wall for everyone to see
they write on your heart, you think. those lovely people (all stages, puppy-love, dreamy goo-goo eyes, painful tears and angry background looks love, happy pretend everything’s fine love, perfect story-book fantasy I’m going to go out with my friends, don’t wait up)
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
I Am Crazy For You
I am crazy for you! I am crazy for you Love is finding us You are someone that I am crazy for It is a rainy day
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
new year's resurrection
this new year's resurrection i proclaim the fluid fire in my soul that it may drip delicately into the decay of the winter that once made me weep
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
The Neighbour Upstairs
I have a neighbour upstairs , And they can be loud. At night, in the morning, How can one person make so much sound? They’re always upstairs,
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
Crossfire
caught in the crossfire of then and now spinning circles around cycles of a past unrenowned chisled and chased chastised and cherried
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
Prompted Poem: Perspective
I tried to see my own eyeball. In a plant, a fungus, a workout, a pill, at the bottom of a highball glass. I tried to understand how my action
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
Start writing...Max wasn't the woman she used to be The woman I knew growing up She had aged, significantly The years hadn't been good to her
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets