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

An Accidental Poet
Each spoken word, a brushstroke on life's stage, Emotions unfurl, in a timeless engage. The whispers of love, like a gentle breeze,
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
The Magic
In a quiet corner of this bustling town, Where knowledge blossoms and dreams are found, There lies a haven, serene and serene,
By Vera Machado3 years ago in Poets
Bedroom
In a bedroom with pale shades of gray one could think, Looking through the windows as the sunrise appears, as the shades of gray of night fades,
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Fascinating Hearts with Love's Whispered Spell
Love, pure fire, Heart's desire, Soul aflame, Whispered name. Delight cascades, Unlimited shades, You, my all,
By Success3 years ago in Poets
The Skeleton Showdown: Laughing Bones and Funny Groans
In the land of Funnybones, there was an annual competition called the Skeleton Showdown. Skeletons from all over the world would gather to showcase their skills and compete for the title of the Funniest Skeleton.
By sheila akoth3 years ago in Poets
A Bedroom
In a bedroom to understand the whom who enters, childhood remembered yet adulthood is present, from small teddy bears to flowers in the corner,
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
The last word
Poetry- it comes seeping through my sinew when I'm in shadow-land. It comes rushing through my breastbone as I watch sunlight dance on waves.
By Auntie Licious3 years ago in Poets
Shadows and sparks
A missed day slips through my grasp it’s fading fast Awakening to a haze, memories lost, A day of shadows, of moments tossed.
By M.O. Hidalgo3 years ago in Poets
Threads
From time to time, I get this pang of sadness, Because I’ll never read all of the books, Or listen to all of the songs.
By Rebekah Crawley3 years ago in Poets
"Raindrop Reflections: The Lonely Window's Tale"
In a world where loneliness thrives, Two souls entwined, their lives collide. A concerned stranger, adrift and alone, And an elderly heart, with stories to be shown.
By Dave B3 years ago in Poets
"Raindrop Reflections: The Lonely Window's Tale"
In a small, weathered house, tucked away, An elderly figure sits, alone, they stay. Through the misty window, raindrops fall,
By Dave B3 years ago in Poets
I Know Love
I know love, I see it reflected in your honey-brown eyes, As it caresses me with its gaze. I know love, I taste it on your soft, rich lips, As I suck on them.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Poets