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

Globalism
GLOBALISM: Community is what you make of it It is never what you take of it It is everything to everyone And nothing if you’re the only one
By Jeremiah Johnson7 years ago in Poets
Poets in Motion: Announcing Our Winners
National poetry month has come to a close, and Vocal’s Poets in Motion contest has ended with it! We asked our creators to submit their most artistic, emotional, or hilarious original poetry inspired by movement—and you all delivered. With nearly 800 awesome poems officially entered into the contest, it wasn’t easy to come to a decision.
By Vocal Team7 years ago in Poets
The End of the Game
The heroes that don’t have super powers Or capes or weapons are the ones who save The day. CEO’s bleed through every hour.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Little Girl
Little girl loving life She has yet to know strife She only dances in the wind And plays with her friends Little girl who has her first heartbreak
By Briana Prillerman7 years ago in Poets
Caffeinated
Caffeinated The sun is shining on my head. It is warm, and light. I run my fingers through my curly mane, and breathe in:
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Poets
The Self Moves
The great mind of the selfish is not to Flatten all of the bodies of others. Nor lay down and be among the too many live by clichés of most mothers.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Cash Like That
Digital funds flow like shocks that all send Through the Internet. Money rolls through The system when the apps are all friends.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Runaway Girl
She was a runaway girl, a sweet little thing, with hair tangled in the wind, she made the bluebirds sing. She was a runaway girl, a lover of the moon, but dreams run out, and we wake up too soon.
By Leo Le Roux7 years ago in Poets
Oleander
Be careful what you wish for. Sometimes even beauty has a price to pay. Just because it appeals to the eyes, doesn't mean it's
By Ashley Nicole Cameron7 years ago in Poets
Tide Pool
It's all become cold and dark. I've done anything to feel and now all I wish to feel is numb. Sparks of everything are now flames in my mind.
By Sand 7 years ago in Poets
Strides
Organizers create beautiful strides To accumulate capital to trade Everything from the food to clothes to rides There are capitalists who never fade.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Titan
The central thought of the CEO’s role Is a sentry on guard against all wrong. Maligned, spat upon, and mocked as a whole,
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets