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

Toxic
I hope he doesn't find my weakness I hope he doesn't know I love him just as much as he loves me, Or worse even more than he loves me. Imagine having to drop his call because I'm mad at him and he doesn't call back because he knows I'll come right back to him anyway. Or giving him silent treatment and he ask just twice what's wrong and decides to let me be with my drama. That would be bad, wouldn't it? As much as I love him? I would love him to always be on his toes making an effort to love me. That effort is what counts.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Poets
Harmony's Bounty
In a world where dreams can truly thrive, Where happiness flourishes, a joyous hive, There lies a family, their hearts entwined,
By Mark Pidlaoan3 years ago in Poets
Shades Of Love
Whispered words of love, Secrets whispered, hand in glove. Eyes meet, a stolen glance, Passion's fire, in a trance.
By Pam Zee3 years ago in Poets
"Les Fleurs Du Mal"
Just as the orchid opaques the tuberose. And the tuberose to the rose recites: "Oh my late flower May the veil wither on juniper nights.
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
A Plagiaristic Poem Stolen From A Magazine
This is an experiment in cut and past and ransom note plagiaristic poetry. It does not make much sense but it does roughly rhyme and has a consistent number of syllables per line.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Love is Nice, and Rice. Content Warning.
Love can be nice, like a hot bowl of rice. But every time you date, you roll the dice. You can date a guy with lots of pet mice, or a girl who has lice. It won’t be very nice.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
Evil Face of Human
In the realm of light and dark, Where the human spirit embarks, There exists a side concealed, unknown, A face of evil, in shadows grown.
By Arun Karunakaran3 years ago in Poets
poet's vast world
In the realm of daydreams, where imagination takes flight and reality bends to the whims of the mind, there lived a young poet named Eleanor. Her days were consumed by the magic of her thoughts, as she wandered through the corridors of her own creation.
By Zara neka3 years ago in Poets
Happy Birthdays
What is a Happy Birthday? Is it the presents that one may receive? Is it the cake that one may receive? or Is it the family and friends that say Happy Birthday?
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Voices Unleashed: A Journey Through Performance
In a dimly lit room, where silence hung like a heavy cloak, A stage awaited, a canvas for emotions to evoke. Whispers of anticipation, hearts ready to embrace,
By Muhammad Huzaifa Shahzad3 years ago in Poets
Alien
Alien Sun filled hue Crossing eyes ≈ ≈ ≈ ≈ ≈ Thank you to Cendrine Marrouat for introducing me to the Sixku poetry style.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
Crossed-X
On different sides of the sun, We were born into values and beliefs that shaped us. We've lived nightmares that has fashioned our thoughts and perceptions.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Poets