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

Moving on
Moving on What happened to me? When did I change? What did I change? What happened to me, why are my thoughts so dark?
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
"Resilience"
In the depths of life's unforgiving tide, Where burdens weigh upon shoulders wide, There lies the truth of adult strife,
By Yousuf Ehsan3 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of Enchantment: A Journey into the Realm of Dreams"
In the realms of dreams, where stars collide, A tale of wonder, I shall now confide. In a world unseen, where magic thrives,
By Yousuf Ehsan3 years ago in Poets
"Blossoming Through Trials: A Journey of Growth and Resilience"
In the garden of life, a seed was sown, A person began to grow, their journey unknown. Through the seasons they blossomed, faced joys and strife,
By Yousuf Ehsan3 years ago in Poets
Read My Work, Please
R is for reading whatever is offered E is for exercising one's thoughts A is for allowing one to share ideas D is for dedication to one's craft.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
"Wild Symphony: A Melody of Nature's Untamed Grace"
In the heart of nature's embrace, behold, A world untouched, where untamed stories unfold. Where sunbeams dance on verdant ground,
By Yousuf Ehsan3 years ago in Poets
Smile again
Smile Again You’re no longer my reason. I was happy for a while. Was I really though? Two of the four years alone.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Hidden light
Hidden Light Peace of mind Please let me be. I need to find a place to calm the true me. The peace that is still hidden.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
I hate.. Content Warning.
I Hate Brain Fog Fruit at the bottom of yogurt, mix that shit up. When someone mixes up my tea and milk ratio. Hello, it's tea, not milk water.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Sunday Morning
Oh, what a Sunday A day of reflection; A day to ask for forgiveness of our thoughts we had at times; A day to remember who is important to all of us;
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Heart
Chapter 1: Beginnings In a small town nestled by the sea, there lived a young girl named Lily. She possessed a heart full of dreams and an unwavering passion for music. Lily spent her days exploring the sandy shores, searching for seashells that carried stories from distant lands.
By Onala Oladipupo3 years ago in Poets
A Children's Story
One day on a very hot summer's day in the South. The children had a wish that they could go on a boat ride, somehow and some way.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets