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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Bitter Revenge
I will play the empire at his own game . If he wants that troll of a mortal, then so be it for I shall not watch on and pretend I'm happy any longer, for she has used a title she has no right to claim. For I'm cursed to have that promise ring adorn my hand , it was the ring only gifted to me as he admired me to become that title of his sweet lady of desire, for that ring is far more than just a promise of hearts for it has the title princess of brightest starlight , which is only given to the chosen women to marry the empire.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Princess Of Starlight
I will not shed tears , I will not show that I'm hurt . I can not expect you, the empire of such power within the elements of shadow of the council to an ancient law of dragons, to truly show your hearts desire, and even if you did I would be the last women you would choice .
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Bleed Out
Out of body projection; laying upon the floor as emotions run deeper. Into skin like sharp blades intoxicating the feel. He bleeds out in fear never shedding tears into pools of red. Pour some more liquor in it and dive in it. Feels like drowning; “out of sight, out of mind.” Must be a freaking poltergeist. Steam and mist; eating the sunny side up in a bowl of rice.
By Jordan Usher 5 years ago in Poets
That Kind Of Weekend
This was written after a long weekend, listening to my 20 year old son (who has autism) chatter non-stop about his obsessions. I love him dearly, but oh, sometimes I could use a break! It's not always easy as a single mom, but I wouldn't trade him for anything in the universe.
By Jena Tilton Pinkham6 years ago in Poets
the bottom (a short story)
Today, the world has gotten smaller. I see a fish I’ve never seen before. A giant—an alien, holding me in the concave of its fin. I watch it breathe on the outside of the world, and I feel a certain restriction over my gills. I don’t know what this feeling is. There’s pressure building inside of me. I don’t know what to call this. Except, perhaps, a collection of fear.
By Madame Destroyer6 years ago in Poets
Edmund Spencer
`The theme Sidney writes about within this particular sonnet is about love like many of his other poems, as well as intertwined with the inevitable aging of time and the fading of the world. He does however change the tone compared to many other poems. He begins by expressing his despair about love and how time will always prevent him from eternally having his lover. Uniquely at the end stanza, he changes this tone to a hopeful and faith filled belief about love. His conclusion is that even though the world will end and their body along with the rest of the world will age, fade and die. Despite this, he knows that their love will live forever through their spirit. He knows this because their love is divine and so pure and true that their souls will be kept together among the heavens.
By Katelind Sky6 years ago in Poets
