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

A Feast for the Senses
It was a day for the senses, my love, And oh, what a feast we had! We tasted, smelled, saw, heard, and felt All the wonders the world had.
By Izabela Bąk3 years ago in Poets
Small Success
Not to toot my own horn, but toot toot!I achieved a mini milestone. May not consider a milestone to some, but for me it is, and that’s all that matters. This year for 2023 I decided to write down a few business goals. So far I only achieve two thing on the list .
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
A Journey to the Stars
I write to you from a distant world, Where stars are born and planets twirl. My ship has traveled through the void, To seek new life that's yet unexplored.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Rivers Frozen in Time
I’ve danced in the rain, waved my arms when the rainbow arched above, done a lot of things that gave me such pleasure and even fell in love.
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
This King Son of David
Ce Roi fils de David, où le chercherons-nous ? Le ciel même peut-il réparer les ruines De cet arbre séché jusque dans ses racines...
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
As Flowers Love the Sun
I love how flowers face the sun Hopeful despite, full of promise and light Bright smiles painted in golden rays Each facet illuminating tacit joys
By A poem to you3 years ago in Poets
MS Night's Dream
MS Night’s Dream, a Lullaby? Mocking and to tender, Mozart special moments, melodious meddling, come softer to bedlings: singing low sing so high—melding sirens to changelings
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Gilded Revolt
In the debut gleefully goldenly landed in the lap of luxury a Patrician class is always problematic: [gilden] AGE slept not slept, moved
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
My Mind is your Throne
[my spirit is your bed] Between the sky and the earth lie the eyes and the earth and the sky are the prize; the sun could be a blind eye
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
I just played some Raid shadow legends I am sick and tired of losing.
I love my game and now that I made a purchase I need to borrow money from Jim ugh wtf. I love playing my game especially when I figure out how to win mostly. I want to play my damn game but it won't let me level the fuck up damn. I want to level up. I got to play some more but I want more.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Juicy Red Apples
I see a red orb up in the tree. I feel the apple's smooth luscious skin. I taste the sweet juiciness from the first bite.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
The Formula of Success
It sounds like claps and cheers. It feels like a part on the back. It smells like a bouquet of your favorite flowers. It tastes like your favorite candy.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets