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

Stop take a breath !
In between the words and lines there is never ending waves of challenges and stories to write when you already there and you enjoy thinking yeah I have made there is already another waiting on the side so the moment you really do relax in You are taken for another ride within
By Lightness2 years ago in Poets
This Mess Of Thoughts
This mess of thoughts A collective noun to describe What constitutes my mind A chaotic collection Of introspective Thoughts clamouring
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Poets
Storytelling
Storytelling is a gift It's what separates man from beast The ability to explain a lesson through a story is not only special
By Mattie :)2 years ago in Poets
(Α) Before (Ω)
I loved you before there was earth to walk upon. Before, there was a sail above the mast. My heart beat for you. And now you love me.
By EYHCS2 years ago in Poets
Oh Mother
Mother... Oh mother... A lovely woman are you not? Mother, oh mother, you provide for not just yourself, but your children you beget of your lot.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Voyage
Tonight I was taken on a voyage A trip to a new universal realm A palace of love, peace, serenity There I was met by a guide
By JasperRei TheArtist2 years ago in Poets
Howls send chills through the hills
Mischa, the first redhead upon the world's stage Mischa was a young girl at the time of her age When tending the sheep of the family's herd
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
THE GIFT
Be the gift that keeps on giving Handing out Is what we do…. Word of wisdom It’s uplifting Helping others yeah It’s true….
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
The Golden Key
When I first posted this poem we were still together and through the years many expressed their like for it. It is printed in my book of poems “On the Wings of Love” which I dedicated to him. He has now returned the “golden key to his heart” to me and now waits for me in eternity. What is interesting about our time together is that one day in the summertime while swimming in the Daugava River in Riga, Latvia I found a golden key similar to the one in the photo and took it home. We had that key at home ever since then and I can tell you that after he passed away and I chose to return to the US I don't remember what happened to that key. I guess he really took it with him and for the memories.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
Embrace August
Looking all around, I see a sky of brilliant blue, trees dressed in emerald green and wild flowers in the fields. Apple trees offering fruit,
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
I’m Still
I’m still shining through, Despite the chaos, Despite the storm, Despite the insults, Despite the accusations, Despite the looks of disappointment,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Under The Super Full Moon
What I would do to peek behind the veil Just to know if it’s all true To know if you desire me as much as I desire you Under this super full moon, the veil is the thinnest
By JasperRei TheArtist2 years ago in Poets