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

The Losing Kind
I'm not the losing kind I'm not the losing kind. I'm about to lose my mind You're always on my mind Thoughts don't expire
By Micheal Rogers4 years ago in Poets
Homestead Dreams
As I dive down the rabbit hole that is researching my family's roots --- both on my deceased mother's side and my absent father's side and on each of their mother and father's side and so on -- I can't help but think about homesteads.
By Jenna Rae Mueller 4 years ago in Poets
The Letter 'C'
(I had another idea for a nonsense story poem for the letter 'C'.) Charles Chuckles changed Claudia Closer chasing Chuck closely close.
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
The Quiet One
Now do not misinterpret my silence for meekness, low self-worth, the trampled and unheard. All through life, I have wondered, and thought to myself; useless conversations;
By UnbotheredOwl4 years ago in Poets
what is grief if not love persevering?
To be able to feel or hold the quality of love we are all seeking we must be willing to feel the pain of past loves and loss
By Evelyn Harris4 years ago in Poets
Verde (Green)
Everything that I love about Honduras is green The palm trees at the side of the beach The mountains that proliferate in fertile lands
By Edith Romero4 years ago in Poets
Writing Is Hard
Writing is hard, or at least it will be until I stop telling myself that. My brain is running constantly like a busy New York City train station. Complete with the girl who is late for her interview. The other day, a middle-aged pregnant woman stabbed a homeless man for saying the word moist. So, yeah, its busy up there, violent, loud, chaotic. Often a little weird. My brain is the city that never sleeps.
By City on a Hill4 years ago in Poets
Domain Squeeze
Domain Squeeze Home is a Vibe. Warm quilted cotton Bleach the bad out Clean comforter cuddles Smells like grandma's washing
By C.J. Jaye4 years ago in Poets
Colors
Pinks and blues cloud my vision As the world walks past The me sitting under that crabapple tree Waiting for that untimely fall
By A poem to you4 years ago in Poets
Who remembers 'A Christmas Story"?
Who remembers this movie from '82? The story of Ralphie and his Christmas wish. It is a cult classic that does show some antics that we all did.
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Fragile Wings
Allow me to take you on a voyage of shades And if you're in darkness I'll make sure it fades. Look The sky is raining down with hues
By Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini4 years ago in Poets
The Lens of an Arabic Moon
A gleam — a gleam — from Khaleej's height by the fire — got sent, it came from watch to watch, it changed color like the moon was never the moon
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets