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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
All The Beauty of a Rainbow
I once read that the best way to find peace in one’s life is to arrange your life in its own order. It’s best to not yell. Low should be one’s tone – draws in serenity. Surround yourself with nature; green grass and blue skies. Joy isn’t found in “the go”. Joy is found in “the stop” - slow down. Someone’s love is something you should never vie or let be used as a weapon. Love should only be a given, like a gift, with all the beauty of a rainbow.
By Dwan L Hearn5 years ago in Poets
Zenith
Start writing...Indigo clouds paint dawn, another evening I descend into the Trifid Nebula; pools of dark matter cancel the existence of stars. A state of pervasive tenebrosity now just simply a vignette and I've lost recollection of three and a half days of my life, as small and trifle as it is to any passerby who can't grasp sonder. Ultraviolet radiation is fundamental to tunnel-vision and making any sort of promise to survive would be no aphorism. I know that when the sky is happy it turns pink, however such a feeling can't persist for long before it succumbs to overcast. My uncertainty may not suppress to wait each time. My wavering molds my notions to the overhead color-spectrum and I'd never lie unless I believed it myself. Supernovas are unpredictable, but we can predict they'll emanate their being for as long as they can. Supposed I'd be stabilized yet only dulled down to a stupor, but I guess it's better than surrendering my gravitational pull to a trampoline. The unfortunate dichotomy between being plugged into the sun before being burnt to a crisp. Planets always come full circle, just as a clinical representative. The blackness beyond zenith forever remains endless..... just as a clinical representative
By Phthalo Tavallai5 years ago in Poets
