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

Twilight’s Cosmic Serenade
Visitors from beyond graced my earthly lab, making my tasks flow with ease and breeze. From distant shores of universe, they glide in grace,
By Dr Mehmet Yildiz2 years ago in Poets
I’ll Be HonEst
It’s tough. No, it is not. Maybe it is. Sometimes I feel like writing but, should I? There are millions and millions of questions that I ask myself and, still, I cannot answer.
By Michi(ri)n-San2 years ago in Poets
Nature's Love Symphony
In the realm of love, a nature's dance begins, Where hearts like waves upon the sea's skin. In the moon's gentle glow, our romance takes flight,
By Niranjana. V2 years ago in Poets
To my baby Sun
You are my little baby Sun- Shining in my womb; so bright and lovely you are! in all your tiny little moves. I love you, my little baby Sun-
By Moumita Islam2 years ago in Poets
Who Speaks for the Moon?
Who speaks for the moon When the books are removed Who will whistle our tune Who will tell our tale when our tails are hidden
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No Regrets Have I
The song that inspired this poem was by the well-known French singer Edith Piaf and the song is "Non, Je ne Regret Rien". So she regretted nothing either and even though the song is in French the melody is lovely and her voice is awesome. It truly inspired me.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
I Want To Be Lame With You
I want to be lame with you I want to hold your hand As we walk through the morning dew I want to just sit and do all the nothing
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Trompo Temptations
Bursting flavours char Flames lick up, drip down goodness Sensual sizzle ~ This haiku was written for the Haiku Challenge released by the Vocal Social Society on Facebook. Although I haven’t done many challenges from other groups in a while, this one looked too delicious to pass up.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Dance of Dreams
In moonlit realms where stars embrace the night, A tapestry of dreams takes wistful flight. In whispered sighs, the world begins to sway,
By ARTIST2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Yesteryears
In dusty volumes, secrets lie concealed, A treasure trove of tales from times revealed. With ink and quill, the words of olden days,
By ARTIST2 years ago in Poets
A Different Kind of Drunk
When I drink The intruders they come out For months and years they mount Bubbling to the surface Sometimes they make me think I’m great
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Look Good, Feel Good
If I met an alien, I would take them on a spree I would buy a couple fits and put rare Jordan’s on their feet I would suggest how to dress, for the cold and for the heat
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Poets