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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Hip Hop Is Life
Hip Hop is life, music that rocks your life. If you give me a microphone I’ll rock it right. They used to think hip hop was for the gold, but underneath it all hip hop is for the soul.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Art
You don’t need a brush to make strokes, use your blood to adorn the canvas. Imagine a wonderland where you get to be Alice.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Tangerines
Long ago, far away in a secret meadow, a fish leapt up, kissed a girl, made her explode... at least that's what dude was telling me
By Drew Lankford4 years ago in Poets
Yellow flowers pepper my eyes with sunshine
Dear yellow. I long to read your hue and deepen My violets against your heart. Dear yellow. My dearest yellow, Why did you harshen your sundry rays,
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Sad Flower Moon, the heart reads love sorrow
Pour out a picture of mountains, describe a journey of clouds and water, and look for the falling past in the memory of dreams. The milky white of a tree Begonia reflects the shadow left by the waning moon. A few pieces of stretched glass create a graceful and beautiful image. Curved water, slowly around the town, calm memories.
By Kennedy Juanita4 years ago in Poets
IN A HURRY
When the swallows go, there will be times when they will come again; when the willows are withered, there will be times when they will be green again; when the peach blossoms have withered, there will be times when they will bloom again. But, wise, you tell me, why are our days gone forever? —Someone stole them: who was that? Where is it hidden? It was they who fled: where are they now?
By Patterson Clifford4 years ago in Poets
Natural Birth
Poetry & Art: Poetry inspired by Artworks Artwork: “Natural Birth” by Melody Maradiaga Creating with Melody: https://linktr.ee/CreatingwithMelody
By Facundo Raganato4 years ago in Poets
When Peace Finally
It's hard enough to live It's hard to try and try I can bearly breathe When war clouds my air When fears arise within
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 years ago in Poets
Friends of Mine
Not much I love more, than a pleasant hand Who lends to enemies, more so than friends Let it show the sappy moon shines On the sunny, lovely, forgiving critters I call
By Octovo Libra 4 years ago in Poets
My Favorite Flower
I have this favorite flower. It has a higher power over not just me, but anyone who takes the time to admire its various green color schemes that are sometimes, only if the prior knowledge of where to look exists,
By Heather Fass4 years ago in Poets
Self Liberation
A small spark flickered inside me on and off with small dysfunction. It never stays anymore. It's almost an unfixable malfunction.
By Riyaz Shree4 years ago in Poets
New Curatins
Although adept at picking curtains One thing I feel I know for certain You horizontally outgrew life’s pot Dressy discussions flared up hot
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets