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

Let's Write A Narrative Poem
Narrative Poem: A narrative poem tells a story. A story about a certain situation with a beginning, middle and end. It can have characters and a plot, but it has to tell a story. Can be any size length.
By K. Exum5 years ago in Poets
It's all about the poetry
It's all about the poetry The flow in me The words that describe And the rhythm that rides The wave I create That lifts the weight
By Nina Hearn5 years ago in Poets
Writing Advice
Writing is a passion of mine, and my personal way to cope with anything I can't bring myself to say out loud to anyone else, whether it's through writing little stories or short poems--writing just makes life a little easier to hold when you have an interpretation to tag along with it.
By Tiyah Baht Yahweh5 years ago in Poets
The Brick Mailbox
Who am I to think that the world does not revolve around me? I am just kid. At 9 years of age, playing around all day and nighttime, I longed for every moment. The time my mom would cross her arms while she waited and sat. Rocking back and forth in her chair on the front porch I knew she was tired of it. All the excuses and selective reasoning to all she has just been trying to concur, it had me perculiar. Inquisitive to many things understanding to very few. And that’s why I hated dreams because reality loved staring back at you.
By Isaiah5 years ago in Poets
APRIL, NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
April is National Poetry Month. During the month of April I will share some of my favorite poems with you. First here is a little background about National Poetry Month:
By LaShunta H5 years ago in Poets
Though We Both Shed Red
My soul spills in iridescence, with colors that track the moon. Soft and heavy voices alike whisper, “what magic is there that exists that surrounds me with this vessel?”.
By Tiyah Baht Yahweh5 years ago in Poets
Atlantis Speak To Me
And he sits down and gathers the noise of silence as he sits. I am not broken, he thinks, and he frowns his serious face, his darkened eyes from the lack of light stare out into the empty space of his living room and he repeats to himself out loud this time, "I am not broken."
By Tiyah Baht Yahweh5 years ago in Poets
All the Ages of Me
A new collection begins with just one poem. Then, sometimes, that poem sits for a while, gathering virtual dust in a neglected electronic filing corner. But the seed has been planted, and you wouldn’t think there’s enough fertilizer in dust to let that seed grow, but you see a sprout out of the corner of your eye and decide it’s time to do some nurturing. Now there are two poems. Who knows how this will end…
By Maria Shimizu Christensen5 years ago in Poets
No longer your supply.
A sight, a vision, clearest path in view, Clarity, certainty, no longer to misconstrue, The shackles released, the chains unbound, hope for what’s in store,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
My Safety Is Not Your Safety
In these challenging times, we are all trying to be safe. But are also all living with different notions of safety. A friend tells you he’s been very careful. And then casually mentions the dinner he had with his cousin, the wife of the cousin, and the mother of the wife of the cousin.
By Diana Bernardo5 years ago in Poets
Remind me again
“Flourish my wounds with your salty words And break In half my little world Plant your seed of infection into my soul
By Cadma5 years ago in Poets
I won’t be sober
“Pass me up Johnny I could use a drink it always gives me the ability to think don't stop sliding them down the bar aisle
By Cadma5 years ago in Poets