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

Left to Pounder
With every sense, I'm brought to life In this world so full of wonder Each one a gateway to a new strife As I'm pulled in, I'm left to ponder
By Anastacia3 years ago in Poets
It’s been some time
Its been some time Although it feels like yesterday When we still walked the path together Through the storms and sun But you always in my heart
By Gabriele Liutke3 years ago in Poets
no mustard, and fries
if i pull strings open then unlace a shoe. it's too small to fit me so then i burn it. i run my path bare to grounds in the wind,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
The Cosmic Palette: A Symphony of Sight, Sound, Touch, Smell, and Taste
Once upon a time, in the great, boundless library of the cosmos, there existed an ethereal being. This being, they say, was the embodiment of the Five Senses, and its existence sparked the magic of perception in every corner of the universe.
By HellowellGeekNews3 years ago in Poets
Rap
People ask me what makes Me happy. One of the only things that Makes me truly happy is being In the car or some where that
By Jeremy White3 years ago in Poets
Deeper Than the Surface
It wasn't you, baby girl, she didn't trust It was the world around you She knew somehow They would try to drown you Your heart was good, a brightness unlike any other
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Poets
LOVE & PAIN
LOVE & PAIN The gift of a demon Once upon a time, there was a young couple deeply in love. They were inseparable and spent every moment together. However, their love story was not without pain.
By F.A Weedor3 years ago in Poets
Bad Luck?
In shadows cast by fate's cruel hand, There dwells a girl, by misfortune damned. Her path, beset by darkened skies, With every step, ill luck applies.
By Tanay Rajesh3 years ago in Poets
Pakistan in Pain
Is it the Quaid's Pakistan? Pakistan, a land of beauty and grace Now trembling under a darkening space The recent events have brought great pain As violence and chaos reign
By Tamseela Farooq3 years ago in Poets
After life
In realms unseen, where spirits dwell, Beyond mortal coils, the stories we tell, There lies the afterlife, a mystic plane,
By Tanay Rajesh3 years ago in Poets
Schizophrenia
My eyes are closed. My mind is wide open. Fortunately for me I am sleeping. I am currently dreaming. Dreaming of you. For the hundredth time since you’ve left my headspace.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Poets
Five Senses...
Five senses…. What are they? What is it? Why do I need it? It's very simple… Something that calms me down…. Something that keeps me relaxed & comfortable…
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets