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

Quiet Fear Beneath the Want
What if the love you give is only borrowed time? I've known the way devotion turns and learns to bruise. I hold my breath, trust you, soft, fragile, and mine.
By Autumn Stew3 months ago in Poets
Love mean in 90's
Love means the madness of two people, pulling each other close to their hearts; Love means taking risks in life, walking barefoot in the sand of separation; Love means leaning very much towards each other; Love means heavy rain, walking in and out of the rain continuously; Love means talking incessantly in front of a cup of cold coffee; Love means sitting face to face even after the conversation is over.
By Afia Naima Haque3 months ago in Poets
Where Hearts Refuse
I start with the way your breath feels near mine, soft as a promise no one else will ever hear. There’s a hush between us,
By Printique Studios3 months ago in Poets
Scents of the Winter
There's a crisp smell to the air That tickles my nose Goosebumps my bare skin, Turns my cheeks rosey. The first day of cold
By Jaimie3 months ago in Poets
Dearest Moon
I have only looked upon your face In the dark of night From a shadowed place With a reflected light Sometimes I see the whole,
By Jaimie3 months ago in Poets
Some say
some say that that the Moon is a mystical feminine spectral of lunar beauty But I know better You, mystical Adam of red meat bone & girth
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Poets
Whispering You Love Me
Whispering You Love Me Your voice fell soft upon my skin, a warmth that moved through every thought, and when you whispered that you cared,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Black alleyway
On a black way, Seen unknown lights surround me. No one knows each other, Losing the senses and consciousness, I don't know what is real anymore.
By Lucripa3 months ago in Poets
Ancient Young Woman. Runner-Up in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
Ancient young woman * We do not put wrinkles on you because we know you will not know death soon But who are we to be shy to show time on your body?
By Ariana GonBon3 months ago in Poets
Mother Moon
Dearest Moon, You who wear silver wisdom upon your skin, You who pull the tides and cradle the secrets of women I write to you with reverence,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Exhausted in Technicolor
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Letter of Resignation as Goddess of The Moon. Honorable Mention in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
I am going to throw myself into the sun Being in your light is a shadow of its warmth And I have been so cold for so long.
By Lovin3 months ago in Poets