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

"Unlucky Number 7s, III"
Seeking Seventies Stud Seeks Submissive Broad: Chronologically, I’m 74YO. Biologically, I’m 24. On patrol, outside Hanoi, in AUG ’72, a flash flood claimed me. Steeped in nutrient-rich mud, I lay in torpor for 50 years, until a backhoe unearthed me.
By Chris Z9 months ago in Poets
POEM - Whispers Of A Growing Soul
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadia9 months ago in Poets
The Apartment After You Left
The Apartment After You Left The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not just the absence of your voice — but the way the air itself refused to move. As if even the walls were holding their breath, unsure of what came next.
By waseem khan9 months ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is a Toyland By the whisper of clocks and the laughter of hands, We enter the world where the not-quite-true stands.
By Nomi9 months ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Ashes of the Silent
Not the boy who painted stars on the wall of his broken school. Not the girl who dreamed of singing loud enough to drown the bombs.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh9 months ago in Poets
Attitude: The Crownless King
In city suits and tinted shades, they strut with hollow pride, Their voices trimmed in accents false, their egos open wide.
By Muhammad Abdullah9 months ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Ellie May Was Never Here
You knock where no door should be, the porch sagging like a breath held too long. That gate—red as blood or barnwood after rain— moans Ellie’s name,
By Muhammad Abdullah9 months ago in Poets
Love in the Rain. AI-Generated.
Love in the Rain Once we met cloud kiss the sky, Raindrops falling, you and I. Without umbrella, only your hand, Going slowly to close, like fate had planned.
By Ali Asad Ullah9 months ago in Poets
The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan9 months ago in Poets