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

Dancing with Life. Top Story - June 2023.
Days in the breeze, bare feet running along streams Indigo blue midnights, bon fires under the stars Sleepy mornings, hands wrapping around, warm cups of coffee
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Poets
Christmas Paint by Numbers: Unleash Your Creativity with Oil Paint Brushes and Vintage Kits
If you're a fan of nostalgic crafts and artistic endeavors, then Christmas paint by numbers is the perfect activity to indulge in this holiday season. Combining the joy of painting with the festive spirit of Christmas, these paint by numbers kits offer a unique and creative way to relax and enjoy the holidays. Whether you're a seasoned painter or a beginner, the combination of oil paint brushes, vintage paint by number designs, and delightful Disney and sunflower themes will surely captivate your imagination.
By Paint by Numbers 3 years ago in Poets
DANCING WITH DISTRACTION
In a world of constant motion, Where attention flits like a butterfly's wings, I find solace in the art of dancing, With distractions that life often brings. As I sway to the rhythm of existence, I embrace the chaos that surrounds, For within the whirlwind of diversion, A dance of creativity astounds. A phone's persistent buzzing, An email demanding my reply, Yet amidst the clamor and commotion, I dance, unyielding to the sighs. With every step, I find my focus, Amidst the noise, my mind aligns, The world may beckon and tempt me, But in my dance, tranquility shines. Each distraction becomes a partner, Guiding my moves with subtle grace, And in their embrace, I discover, A symphony in this frantic space. I twirl with the allure of daydreams, Whispering secrets in the wind, And as the music of life crescendos, New pathways within me unfurl and begin. The dance becomes a conversation, Between the rhythm and my soul, As distractions fade into the background, My spirit reclaims control. For in the midst of this grand ballet, I learn to master the ebb and flow, To dance with distractions, undeterred, And let my inner creativity glow. So, let the world whirl around me, With all its clamor and strife, I'll keep dancing with distractions, And find the poetry in this dance of life.
By dhivi3 years ago in Poets
Avernai Market
Dappled sunlight gently dances on the weathered cobblestones, As the bustling marketplace awakens, a vibrant tapestry unfolds,
By Michael Bivens3 years ago in Poets
june haiku two
was i mean last night sometimes i feel like i'm mean i don't want to be . . . [6/4/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
The great heist
Introduction: The world of heists and daring exploits has fascinated individuals for centuries. From memorable burglaries to audacious thefts, these stories have captured the collective imagination and inspired art, literature, and movies. In the annals of great heists, there exists one that stands out among the others - the undoubtedly exceptional tale of my greatest heist. In this article, we will delve into the intricate details, thrilling moments, and lasting impact of this audacious escapade.
By Ibe Christabel3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Serenity
In tranquil meadows, where serenity rests, Where whispered zephyrs soothe each troubled crest, A symphony of calm, a celestial release,
By Evelyn Taylor3 years ago in Poets
“Distractions: Unveiling the Dance of Chaos”. Content Warning.
Dancing thoughts, a whirlwind in my mind, In the realm of distraction, I often find Solace and chaos, intertwined, hand in hand,
By mhlanga pg3 years ago in Poets
Frenzy
Donning my headphones to cut out the noise, Immediately closes me in with sparkling silence. Shunning the calls of the world, I
By Sierra Knoxly3 years ago in Poets
🌈 Childhood: my journey as a child 🌈
In the realm of innocence and wonder, I embarked upon my journey as a child, With eyes gleaming like stars in the night,
By personae3 years ago in Poets
Struggling To Sleep
In the stillness of the night, when all the world is quiet, the racing thoughts begin to fight, and my mind is left in riot.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
This is my First Poem on Vocal Media
On this vocal platform, my first verse is born, A momentous occasion, a poet reborn. I extend my gratitude, to Vocal Media's embrace,
By Lata Sharma3 years ago in Poets