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

He Cannot Fight the Darkness
In the tenebre around me A weary frame lies still Cold vespers die upon his lips Once unpropelled by will; His resting face is strained
By Zoe Kay8 years ago in Poets
Love Doesn't Hurt.
Love doesn’t hurt. That’s not the worst thing. The worst thing he could do is tell me he loves me and not mean it. To make me believe that I’m enough for him to care when in reality my name could be mentioned and he would feel nothing. That’s the thing with love, some thrive while others crave. And when you begin to feel that the love you thought existed is and was only ever one sided, that’s when you crash. The thought that he got to you so much you found yourself telling him everything that you’d tried so hard to keep from anyone else finding out. The thought that when you look at him you can’t help but smile. The thought that he now knows you in so much detail and each and every one of your insecurities and the terrifying thought that he has the capability to use this against you. The thought that you let yourself give your all to him expecting more in return than what you were actually given. The fact that you were finally brave enough to love and was not loved back. That hurts.
By awhit .8 years ago in Poets
Masterpiece
Paint covers my every crevice and inch of my hands Small smudges on my forehead Checks eyes But I cease to notice
By Lee Valdivia8 years ago in Poets
High Thoughts
Now that I am taking a hiatus from smoking, I have decided to dive into the odd depths of my notes on my phone that I have been consistently adding to. When I’m high and have a particularly interesting thought, I jot it down in my notes, to be reassessed with a sober mind. I am a writer as well as a poet, but I fear my high self does not do a good job at portraying that. Still, I present to you, straight from my notes, typos and all, my odd and abstract high thoughts.
By Scarlett Elizabeth8 years ago in Poets
Unfold Me
You said one night, you wanted to be free You said that night, that’s why you turned to me That night’s cool breeze, I took you hither and yon
By Ian Harris8 years ago in Poets
Winding Thoughts
You never know someone’s true intentions with you. Closeness with someone I love may still never be reassuring enough to calm the thoughts screaming that I am simply not meant to have good things in this life.
By lillie m8 years ago in Poets
Tasting Despair
I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, ADHD, Binge-Eating Disorder, and back and forth, Bulimia and Anorexia. I'm also an alcoholic.
By C. K. Adams8 years ago in Poets
Bus Stop
I am waiting at the bus stop sitting in the circle of light beneath the lamppost writing on my phone I'm deeply locked in a thought
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
Army Wife
One more night he gets to sleep in our bed. Then it will be MY bed. My big empty bed. He will be gone again. Gone. Gone to what seems another planet.
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Poets
She Breathes
Heart pulsating. Heavy breathing. Wind whipping her hair. Running. Running. Through the trees. Don't look back Looked back.
By Megan Rush8 years ago in Poets
It's Been a While
It’s been a while. — "It's been awhile, how are you?" You asked and I didn't answer. "Not talking, huh? I remember when you used to talk all the time," You stopped your words for a moment, looked upon my bed and sat down beside me and crossed your legs, continuing your thoughts, "You would go on and on about how bright the skies always were. Even on the gloomiest days, you always seemed to make them so delightful and beautiful. I remember you jumping with joy when the skies changed colors. You'd take pictures every single time. I stood behind you, watching you as your eyes wandered the horizon. Now things have changed, yet you somehow still made my darkest nights turn into the brightest of days. You would take the stars from your heart and place them in my eyes. I saw better with them. The moon used to shine in your eyes and you were entranced by the beauty that she was. I enjoyed it immensely, all that you do. It was the best goddamn thing I had.”
By Isabel ♥︎8 years ago in Poets
Tell Me
It's hard to understand the way universal plans work every day. I've learned my lesson, thus this far, but I can't ignore the lesson I've learned in my heart.
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Poets