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

Going Back
If I could have said them, I would have, They were words that never graced my lips. You see I hadn’t courage to say them but…
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Poets
The Story Teller
Sparkling emerald jewels for eyes, Light the darkest heart With gypsy tales of moonless nights And passions in the dark ********************************
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Poets
Speaking...
We speak to remember and forget so much We speak in anger to seek comfort, that's such We speak of solitude to find a pair
By Derek2 years ago in Poets
Struggles!
Only pink threads embroider the moon's circle, But forget the rhythm of weaving in the heart. Tortured, lingering in deep sorrow,
By Archibald2 years ago in Poets
The Night's Hush
Beneath the night's hush, A lullaby's gentle touch, Dreams awaken, soar, Stars and moon, our hearts they keep, Cradled in the sky's deep core.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Step into the fairy tale world.
Seeing myself like a newborn child Unworthy of a thousand-year-old tree's root Roots delve deep to the very source Thriving into the Thung Nham mountains
By Meredith2 years ago in Poets
Is there ever a time...
Is there ever a time... When you feel I miss you In those moments, I truly say Is there ever a time When the evening sun sets in haste
By Louisa2 years ago in Poets
Wish!
How will the world be tomorrow? Diseases, blood-soaked wars still flow. Climate change and disasters strike, Food crisis, suffering, people's plight.
By Kerenza2 years ago in Poets
Night's Sound
The wild dog stretches its neck, biting into the night, Dropping the moonlight, leaves fall from the hillside. Who awaits whom at the end of the neighborhood street,
By Jezebel2 years ago in Poets
Unwavering Bonds: A Tribute to Motherhood and Marriage
I won't ask: who's the most important person, Your mother or your wife? Because you are wise, And I won't put you in a difficult position.
By Heulwen2 years ago in Poets
Turning Clouds to Find a Daughter
In a foreign land far from home, A life of struggle, seeking love alone. Mother's hand guiding the way, Amidst the sea of strangers, a comforting ray.
By Jade2 years ago in Poets
Nightmarish Undead Band, You Quiet Hourglass
Bathed in incandescent light & a shower of sprinklers, the drum thundered patternly while a mannequin sang centerstage. Shattering our neck in pendulum-like motion, it accrues within us like hellbent harmony: we can’t breathe until they stop playing.
By Mya Doerksen2 years ago in Poets