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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Worst Case
As the fish drown and birds fly out past the atmosphere, we ignore the ugly and insincere nature of our Gods, and wait for better men to crawl thru the cracks, full of confidence and half courage, they find in fits of curse words and photos of their childhood dogs, they fall asleep but fail to rest, always waking to a deficit of character, noted boldly on calendars and by the scars that paint their bodies, refusing to allow them to relax.
By Craig Johnson4 years ago in Poets
Home
As I hear the birds chirping and singing melodiously, and the leaves on the branches swaying benevolently, I take a deep breath in, suddenly getting a whiff of buttery pancakes. My eyes shoot wide open, as I sprint off my bed, running downstairs to the kitchen, my hair a bird's nest, my breath so deadly, it could kill anyone within its proximity, but it does not bother me at all.
By Summaiya Rehman 4 years ago in Poets
Where I Live
The dark lands, the light lands, fascinate me. I’m constantly moving from current to current. I constantly step on them. I hopscotch through their crevices and kiss them when I kneel to get a closer look. In my thoughts, the lands fight like champions to figure out who gets to possess me. In my thoughts. They’ve also sat and caressed each other. I watch the dark lands lurk and slither. I watch the light lands expand wide and selfless. They don’t blend or exist together. A divided space rules this dimension. I've moved between them endlessly. In their realms I am a bird with no South. In their realms I live with my eighteen thousand thoughts.
By Paula Iglesias4 years ago in Poets
This is our home.
The King sat upon his throne, and his heart pondered deeply of what was, and what would be. The constant shadows that lingered in the dark, the uncertainty of the future of his kingdom. The constant thinking of how all things would work, and the many attempts to find a solution, only to find it unsatisfying, at best. “My heart is weighed with such a heavy burden, more so than the people of the west should ever have to deal with. Liberty and freedom, is what my forebears fought for, and what I will continue to hope and strive for, no matter how dark the night,” the King thought to himself. The King reminisced for a moment. His heart pondered over the tales of his ancestors, and the songs of old. He lifted himself up from his throne, and began to sing.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
What is a home by Kezia Clay-Downing
What is home? Message by Kezia Clay-Downing What is Home, is it a person, a place, a thing, or an idea? What is it about home that makes us feel comfortable and safe? What is it about home that provides us the confirmation that who we are is what we were made to be?
By Kezia Clay-Downing4 years ago in Poets
The Interrogation
Some well seasoned bar veteran sat down next to me an one day after observing me at the bar lately. He abruptly shifted all focus to me and simply asked me, “what makes you happy? Why are you the way you’ve been these last few month. Why do You come here and just sit silently. Like seen something unforgettable and clearly some unforgivable?” I answered initially with this feeling I cant seem to replicate any way. This feeling I never knew how to describe or even could find words for. As I told this old head at the the bar packed with music blasting in the distance, that hopefully drowned out the sorrow in my voice. He hung on to every syllable that followed as I spoke with at first the biggest lies I ever told to hide my now mended heart. Mended poorly with just a small improvised bandage like the ones worn by soldiers made of cotton and loosely tied up. Yet he persisted in his interrogation. Finally giving into to his brutal questions no one asked me before. If not for those aforementioned question, I snapped into a serious a tone. Ive tried to hard replicate such a vocal tone since and have failed. The moments that followed I answered as honest I could after the lies betrayed me for so long before. Trust me, I tried to dodge such interrogations with everything I possibly could’ve come up. Simply I caved and let my heart. Opening this door to a man who now knew I hid behind more layers the most, Something about this old marines interrogation, broke through to a man than rarely gave in like this. To me, Ill never forget what I said “Ill never have it again” was the first words out of my mouth. Even as I write my heart out, trying to replicate the story of an interrogation of the deepest kind of emotion that couldn’t have ran deeper It unfolded before my eyes that night. All I remember was talking about a night, spent cuddle on a couch and I saw things. Crazy enough, I saw my future ten year from now, twenty from now. I saw it all in her eyes. I described in such detail from where I sat. I saw things in her eyes, Ill most likely never see again. I remember what we watched, the music that played, the feeling I felt and most importantly the future I saw. Ill never see that future again and thats what tore me apart the deepest. I saw this future, and a most importantly I saw home and a person I wished stayed. As a tear rolled down from this man eye, all he could do is buy me a shot and shake my hand and said “well put”. What i said under my breath, i simply went “I wish somebody would just stay a while longer.” For I am so tired of starting over and over and with new faces with the same eyes.
By Jordan A. Burgh4 years ago in Poets
