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

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I’m empathetic not pathetic Unlike some they need their medic Drinking things that make them weak Won’t admit It’s week by week
By Haychie_Artist3 months ago in Poets
Old Roger Rises
He stalks at twilight Old Roger, the soap dodger with poisonous shite * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: I won't ever apologise. It had to be done.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
The Heart's Pilgrimage in the Realm of Light
The sun it shines with hope, joy, warmth, and rebirth. Its rays do radiate and allow us to bask in love, not love of one another, or the other, and the other,
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Resonance
Fearless, Regardless, Inclusive. Energised, Notorious, Dreaming. Salient, Hovering, Invisible Peer. Miles apart — yet one thought.
By Chamu Gonella3 months ago in Poets
Love That Refuses
From the first glance, I felt it; a pull, subtle but unyielding, like some secret magnet hidden in your smile. I tried to play it cool,
By Printique Studios3 months ago in Poets
Friend death
you left because you thought my life was so fucking good Well, it wasn’t It never is It will never be But today the sky was so fucking blue, it was surreal, teal, aquamarine
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Poets
My Final, Faithful Biographers. AI-Generated.
When the roots of the willow have threaded my bones, and used my ribs for their home, they will drink from the rain that once fell on your skin,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
I Will Wait
I wanted to write a bright and uplifting poem about the light of our world, the solar lantern in the sky, the sun.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Threshold
The fire crackles softly, more ember than flame now. I watch as the smoke curls low, flattening under the damp scent of spruce and leaf rot.
By Autumn Stew3 months ago in Poets
Sounds of Nostalgia
For iPod day, this poem is written with song titles found on my ipod, each italicized word or phrase is a song title referenced at the bottom.
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
The Electricity
Your hand grazes mine and the world blurs, every sound folds into a single spark, every breath thickens with heat I can’t name but can’t resist.
By Printique Studios3 months ago in Poets
A Day Before Christmas.... Content Warning.
⚠️ Disclaimer: This story contains dark fantasy themes, supernatural elements, and emotional content that may not be suitable for all readers. It is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.
By Roman B Jr.3 months ago in Poets