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Poets Media isolates the most poignant, powerful, and exquisitely composed verses and quotes in the universal poetry canon.
Lost in Vocalization
Warning! If you are close to the one you love this poem may excite you to nymphomania. If you are taking any drugs that alter the senses, it is advised to wait three days as this poem is so hot it may cause severe hallucinations. And if you have a heart condition well you gone die anyway so look at this as dying on top of your fine ass woman during—well you figure it out!
By I AM. Master of Arts8 years ago in Poets
The Warrior Family
As i walk through the final resting ground of those before me I hear them whisper... I feel their hands on my back... Pushing me to go further train harder and break the barriers of what I thought was my limits...They are brothers, fathers, sons... Sisters, mothers, and daughters...those who gave some, and the ones who gave all...we pursue through long hours and even longer days, weeks, and months, we see their faces in our training and hear their inspiring quotes... we didn't choose this life for the fame, or the glory, sure as hell wasn't the money... we did this like so many before us in the pursuit... pursuing stretching beyond limits, pursuing defying death, pursuing family, pursuing the dream... even as in life and in death we protect each other and those who will never even know our names... we are faceless heroes, warriors of the night, a hand in the smoke, a purple glove pulling you free, a voice on the radio. We face what others fear and look death in the eyes and tell the reaper to fuck off... we are
By Gabriel Giffin8 years ago in Poets
The Wall
I had so many dreams, but also so many fears. To tame those fears, those anxieties I had a man help me become the person I always wanted to be. He was my coach, the controller of my faith. His name is unimportant, but I liked to call him The Wall. When I was young, all I wanted to do was kiss the sky. I developed a love for airplanes, all I wanted to do was test my limits and be a fighter pilot in the air force. But then, The Wall told me, with his potent persuasion filling my head with worries and doubts. “What if it doesn’t work out? Pilots don’t make a lot of money, how will you support your future family?” What if you are not good enough, not smart enough? So I molded up a new Idea, I will become a footballer, all I ever wanted to do was hold the Champions cup in my palms. And hear the crowd scream when I score the final goal. I motivated myself into caressing the ball every day until the ball became an extension of myself. I became obsessed, all I wanted to do was play until the sun became gray. Even in the darkest hours, passion can light the alleyways with hope and hunger. But, once again, The Wall found me. He told me, “It is hard to be a footballer, not worth all the training. You will have 10 years tops to play, not nearly enough money to live.” “You don’t want to miss college parties It is too much fun! All the drugs, and all the teenage nostalgia. You will be homeless and living on the streets without a college degree.” So I crafted up a new Idea, I will be a business executive. I don’t want to become one of those over-wealthy sophisticated money-grabbers, but I have the rest of high school and college to have fun until I have to become one of them. So I decided to go with that plan, and The Wall agreed.
By Nick Short8 years ago in Poets
