Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Everything is One In the cosmic dance of creation's sway, every being and star in our array, we are threads on the loom of the display,
By Diego Arroyo (Universe)2 years ago in Poets
In whispered hush, the world unwinds, Where silence, like a melody, finds Its place among the shifting sands, And time itself, in stillness, stands.
By Clare Emechete2 years ago in Poets
Journey In the vast universe of the wandering soul, an eternal journey, without end or toll, each experience, each step takes its role,
Why’s it so hard to see what I have ahead of me Caught up chasing fallacies of who I’m supposed to be Can’t let you get close to me I fear what this life brings you see
By Kuro Seijaku 2 years ago in Poets
Pressure’s there It’s everywhere Don’t care to be really fair Mindset strong all along…. Handled that oh yes with care No more stopping payed the fare
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
A symphony of colors, in purples manifold. Beyond the surface shades, where deeper meanings hide, Let's explore the colors of purple, where emotions coincide.
By Kailee phillips2 years ago in Poets
A simple good morning can change someone's day. Calling them by name makes all the difference. A hug saves lives. A small act of generosity can turn thorns into flowers.
By familia carvalho2 years ago in Poets
Rayna was obsessed with the colour Red Tristan badly wanted to lock her in wed He took a knife to his heart She stopped to admire the art
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Corduroy Joy didn’t know she was a toy She thought she was like every other girl or boy She laughed and played all day And at night she laid in her bed
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Not all death is physical Sometimes “living” is nothing more than a ritual A thing we do to get through the day Dragging ourselves from one event to another
Glasses raise, joy blooms, Laughter dances, hearts entwine, Life's sweet tune resumes.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
