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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Heart of a Goddess
Golden, immaculate. Beauty becomes her and her exuberance echoes through her vibrant soul. Her ebony skin envelopes her magnificent existence. Her kindness is unparalleled. She clinches her chest trying desperately to soothe its undeniable burning. The fire within glistens in her eyes. A mystical creature in human form. Bold and brazen, fierce and formidable. Words sweeter than honey that can sting just as harsh. Her voice like velvet caressing your senses. Her long brown legs carry the weight of her burdens. Her heart; swollen with hope for those she holds dear. Her life story whistles and bellows throughout the generations.
By Zada Minson7 years ago in Poets
Girl and Tiger
People say as a kid, while the car is going they'd imagine themselves running along with the car, hopping and flipping on different things like buildings and stop signs. I imagined something along those lines, but usually it was a tiger, slipping when it tries to catch onto the top of street signs and hoisting itself back up and throwing itself into a lunge to the nearest building. I'd sometimes imagine it getting held back and I wouldn't see it anymore but surprise surprise, it'd come running back from the top of a burning building, slipping into a window, crashing and again disappearing from my sight. I then looked away from the window and back to the driver, forgetting all about the tiger.
By Olive Paqui7 years ago in Poets
