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

Dream Fuel
Night, night, story time was great when I was little. My mormor (grandma) read to me every night. Since my mormor and I took turns picking books I was fortunate to hear a variety of stories, fables, and nursery rhymes. Finding a story that I didn’t enjoy was few and far between but my mormor was shocked by my favorite “story” book(s) were a set; or so I thought. As I grew up I learned that “A Light in the Attic,” “Falling Up,” and “Where the Sidewalk Ends” are not a set; they aren’t even story books. They are all poetry collections written by Shel Silverstein.
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Poets
Dumbing Down Poetry
I write simple sentences with simple lines Simple truths as it appears in my mind Simple words, simple statements Don't particularly adhere to poetry's rules of engagement
By Eddie Heath5 years ago in Poets
Vivid Colors: Blue
Vivid Colors: Blue Sunday, May 16, 2021 9:03 PM Poem by: Mmace Heavyhammer Poignant and disarming, with flourishes and embellishments, wizards blue fire timing.
By Mmace Heavyhammer5 years ago in Poets
Poetry and Prose
Every word ever made has been said, from ‘What light through yonder window breaks,’ to, ‘Call me Ishmael.’
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Poets
The Lawyer and the Singer
See the walking of the lawyer, I think he's angry at the donmoyer. He finds it hard to see the zebra, Overshadowed by the dark libra.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Poets
The Doctor and the Teenager
See the hopping of the doctor, I think he's angry at the procter. He finds it hard to see the horse, Overshadowed by the funny electrical line of force.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Poets
The Dude and the Politician
See the hopping of the dude, I think he's angry at the frankenfood. He finds it hard to see the crocodile, Overshadowed by the dreamy aisle.
By Dipsion Neupane5 years ago in Poets
The Jockey and the Politician
See the squealing of the jockey, I think he's angry at the iwasaki. He finds it hard to see the stone, Overshadowed by the clucking groan.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Poets
Scent and Flower
ied breath, steering the silver song in flight ied breath, steering the silver song in flight Och! Sweet saffron voice that golden's my day
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Two metaphors
2/4/2017 Why do I always have trouble writing consistent number 2s? What is so complex about a half drawn 3, half of 4? An integer that is complete in itself, but made of two ones and learned at the age of it’s value. A semicircle and a 45 degree angle. A simple squiggle and a line.
By Jasmine 5 years ago in Poets
Memories
“Red stool tops Red faces Pink noses Pink laces Recalling colors of the past And burnt fingertips Lighting fireplaces,
By Sierra Katherina5 years ago in Poets
I don't know what to name this. I guess it's random ramblings. Worlds imagined. Torn and all.
The cherry blossoms were making her sneeze. She had allergies. He captured her face right before she fell asleep similar to Snow White. With the only difference that she was put to sleep by the scent of the flowery tree. He knew this would happen. Just like Jean-Baptise Grenouille from "Perfume: The story of a murderer", he too was going to capture the girl's scent. She reached to stop the capture. But it was too late, the sleep was going to be too deep. "I think I dream of you!", she whispered gently as her woozy face fell in his arms. He said: "There, there, little one, this dream is your last one..."
By Annaelle Artsy5 years ago in Poets