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

April 17, 2013
through the cracks I watch myself as she withers away to nothing I become will something beautiful appear in my wake?
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Poets
Price of Liberty
A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
The Weight of What We Carry
It settles in the hollow of your chest, a stone that grows heavier with each breath— this knowing that you've caused another pain,
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Poets
Admiring Orchestras
8/12/25 11:51pm I don’t think I’ll ever learn to play violin, or Write something that sounds like a crescendo The way I hear it in my head,
By Olivia Dodge6 months ago in Poets
Pebbles
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Sit With Me
At my table you will find bits and pieces; colorful as a bag of skittles For my favorite are the dull and mundane, dripping in rainbow
By Pōlani Monderen 6 months ago in Poets
We Are Not the Same
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopes6 months ago in Poets
Fired Thoughts
A dim witted, suit fitted, Calvanist mortician Me an embalmed, tag along, severe lack of contrition Fluorescent divine darkness, cubicle coffin, purgatorious condition
By Harrison July Hamlett6 months ago in Poets
The Grasshopper Lies Heavy
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Lonely Preparation. Top Story - September 2025.
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
Clarity
Countless called her Priestess. Few indebted souls knew her universal name, whispered like rain blessing the agave’s desert,
By Sam Eliza Green6 months ago in Poets
They Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Fourteen
On this dark morning, I wake with a fright. The sun has yet to rise, yet I am unburdened by the haze of dreamy sleep. The walls of the concrete abode feel more like a lie as the mornings pass, and I begin to wonder if this was the stranger realm all along. I’m not sure about time, but I know that I don’t want to waste any of it. I need to find Clovis.
By Sam Eliza Green6 months ago in Poets