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

The Bat Became a Star
On a magic carpet roof I could see the sky and also the town’s lights. One made by ourselves and one that made all the selves.
By Camila Carsolio4 years ago in Poets
Remnants of Memory
A haphazard orchestrated affair A green sky, that welcome thrill of foreboding Before a storm The anticipation, dread, and safety
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Poets
Little Lives
I like looking at houses from the outside in. I like seeing the small lights on in the windows. I like noticing movement inside, in the kitchen, in the living rooms.
By Tina Wargo4 years ago in Poets
Nacirema
As the screen fiend Makes you scream From the shadow of its beam Ripping your mind at the seam Shut up and scream As it comes across the way
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Poets
July Night
The sun sets in the west The heat of July Fades in the twilight night I take the hand of the breeze I walk alone in the starlight
By elly Alwine4 years ago in Poets
Kids. Top Story - August 2021.
“Tag, you’re it!” rang in my ears, But it came from my mouth, While I chased you down to no end. I didn’t stop until I damn near lost a limb.
By Norma Jane4 years ago in Poets
Secret garden of misery
on the horizon to the east there lies a mystery infactuating the greeds. dont u dare to think of it. it welcomes you but no one leaves
By Arpan Das4 years ago in Poets
Moral Of The Story
I was nine when I first saw a fight, a 10th grade student smashed a glass on his classmate's head. He got clean chit, because he was from a upper class family.
By Arpan Das4 years ago in Poets
One Last Job
Pitch black. That was the night I met Jimmy Brighton, a six-five-two-ninety hulk, who had just been released from prison. Leaning against a light post smoking a cigarette, he looked up as I approached. “You’re late,” he said and stamped out his cigarette. “C’mon. We have work to do.”
By Mike Johnson4 years ago in Poets
Hungry
I'm hungry. To survive, to remain alive To be seen, felt, heard and revived To look into your soul while you look into my eyes
By Joseph Alexander Rodriguez4 years ago in Poets
Hundred Acre Woods
Christmases and birthdays, where gifts are presented. I couldn't get comfortable with the idea of presents bc it would mean accepting things I hated, despised and wanted no part of. New clothes, please no. New toys...dolls, no. Get me science experiments, planes, trains and cars I can paint and put together myself. Anything but the gifts that remind me of my own prison. But I'd never be able to say this to my parents, grandparents or siblings. These were not things a girl should play with, or imagine with. The things I wanted were for boys.
By Joseph Alexander Rodriguez4 years ago in Poets
Fight or Flight
My life is spinning out of my control I'm trapped in the eye of my own tornado Lost in a sea that feels greater than the universe
By Joseph Alexander Rodriguez4 years ago in Poets