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

CAN’T BE SULKING
Can’t be sulking at your past Grab a Chrome I’ll be the Cast You’ll be stuck just like a glue…. In your head you’re dying fast
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Ensnared by Shadows
In the realm where the enigmatic succubus exists, questions swirl like elusive whispers in the night. Can one truly feel more than mere desire for these beguiling creatures? Are their powers solely a tantalizing dance with sexual longing, capable of hunting you even within the labyrinth of your dreams? Is it possible to dismiss these seductive charms, or are we helplessly drawn into their intoxicating web?
By Na cer2 years ago in Poets
Coskun: An Inspiring Journey Through Electronic Music Innovation - A Poem
Coskun, the Electronic Music Extraordinaire In the vibrant realms of electronic sound, Where melodies and beats gracefully abound,
By mysoundMusic2 years ago in Poets
Where Are We, Fragile Vial // Still, Thy Fire
(Hi everyone! ☺️ A little preamble before the start of the poem: this is a little project I have been inspired to do, where each poem you read is a response to one of Rumi's poems, with the intention to tailor the flow stanza by stanza as a direct mirroring and honoring of the original structure of Rumi.
By Cameron Smith2 years ago in Poets
MisTakE
What do you call it when you make the wrong choice? Clear headed, low pressure, reasonably informed and still choose incorrectly. You’ve made the inefficient choice or the unethical one. The one that hurts. The one where when you retell it is so painfully obvious you want to cushion it with some kind of detail.
By Tarik Murrell2 years ago in Poets
Laughter
Remove bread from me, on the off chance that you wish, remove air, however try not to take from me your chuckling. Try not to remove the rose,
By Claribel2 years ago in Poets
Recycle
Breathe freshly picked milk, I die alone in my room. I do it often.
By Titania Sterl2 years ago in Poets
Rest in Peace Michael Gambon
Rest in peace Michael Gambon. After the passing of Richard Harris, you did such an amazing job portraying Dumbledore in your own way. To me Richard Harris was more direct and very logical in his portrayal of Albus Dumbledore while Gambon's version was more interesting and dare I say charming. I will always cherish both of these incredible actors who truly brought the character of Dumbledore to life for all of us Potterheads. Dumbledore has always felt like a kind, compassionate grandfather figure to me. Almost God like in some of his ways. When I saw the headlines of Gambon's death so many wonderful memories returned to me both of reading the Harry Potter novels as well as viewing the seven films numerous times.
By Mattie :)2 years ago in Poets
Self-Care Serenade: A Poetic Journey. Content Warning.
In the hustle and bustle of life's grand affair, Don't forget a task of utmost care. To prioritize self, with love and grace,
By 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔥𝔲2 years ago in Poets
Escape
You're running. You run to what you want. You run and you don't see everything which you have passed away. And when you get there, you realise that you're lost.
By Radoslav Pendev2 years ago in Poets
source of aura
Light is the source of life It fills our world with colors Light is the spark of wisdom It illuminates our thoughts in the dark
By qingyuan wu2 years ago in Poets
The Moths and the Flame
Above a white rooftop under a cloudy sky, the moon looks down and into herself. Under a solitary streetlight, moths rush to meet the flame. They seem to wonder, lost, yet, know precisely what they’re doing.
By Meri Utkovska2 years ago in Poets