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

Old Dominion Freight Line
Vale of mystery in snow slow spiritlike dancer OLD DOMINION FREIGHT LINE and mist: nature possibly beyond human anthropocentrism
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
CRUSTACEAN KINGDOM
CRUSTACEAN KINGDOM Do you see? Blue sea and bluer sky, see? The Mussels and Oysters pipe out a regal fanfare: dadadum-dadadum-dadadee, to the blue sea and even bluer sky,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
The Epistolary Poem Challenge
Dear Moaneesha , You're going to save this. Even beyond this day, remember this day and save it; never allow your files and memory uploads of your "to do's" be so intrusive, allowing that old filing cabinet to devour it.
By Barbara Reno3 years ago in Poets
Dear Humanity
Dear Humanity, I hope this letter finds you strong, Amidst chaos that has lasted long. I come to you from a future time,
By Ksenia Kozhenkova3 years ago in Poets
Again in here
Oh look this beauty in her voice and his way acting as if they were for real engaged the energy synchronized the double effect of yin and yang how does it even not surprise me that much
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Reality out of them
Literature they say.. feeling experience of life from the past of another in their moments of ageing waves that covers the mind in playful parade
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
BOTTLE BOTTLE
A bottle, a vessel of glass or plastic With endless possibilities, fantastic It holds within it, liquid or potion A source of refreshment or sweet emotion
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
This double so called spring does never come its way
This Spring doesnt come at all its way its coming and just the next day its a completely gone creating another kind of a fairytale my days are so long I cant remember the start I usually was outside people does the things they did I am always away from what they do say and sing
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Relief
A laden paintbrush, wet and heavy with intent, slides with relief down a canvas, then relishes its messy journey to the cup.
By Lisa H3 years ago in Poets
"Google, the Search Engine Rap God"[RAP POEM]
Yo, yo, yo! What's up, people? Today, I've got a special treat for you - a rap poem all about the search engine that's got it all: Google! This company has been making moves since 1998, and they've been on top ever since. So get ready to groove to this dope rhymes about Google and all the ways they've changed the game. Let's get it!
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
Shi Shi
Shi shi #and #and he used to say and I always repeated and thats the very beginning and the very of the end this time it's the new discovery of the old time in translation the phases are coming out of nowhere to speak where you gather your thoughts and the exclamation of euphoria is to be the drink so drink the liquids in words like a poison or a sweet comforting note to remind you that you are just getting closer in here getting sick and getting old to remind me about what ? And so what ? Why not ? I do like my grey hair it's the time for them to be more than just a brave in their age of no time and no real space I am in the center of the universe I am merging myself to disconnect from your tales I am cleaning the waves and I am the grounded chi state I change I shift according to them the environment consumes me so I take the fight time and disciplined me to reach the state where I can be me untouchable next to them feeling knowing observing but not playing their games running away whenever it's possible whenever I can in my territory in my life the real space of another in a poem in a physical space in the nature in the language beyond languages in the happy joyful state cuz why not I am beginning to get wrinkled and more oj more grey hair to be 40 is not a beginning of this life game is a fairytale in each moment in each state you are young younger old and tired again you are swimming in your mind and in the social life you are reminded that it's all normal that's the menopause state oh gosh I wish to be blind for what other write and say
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Starting from the End
These lines are for marking the day....when a little journey of one of my life experiences ended. I met new people.....I find new chances.....lots of things to learn.....and watched myself crying and getting broken many times....but every time these emotions gave me the idea that how can I be better.....how I can make myself up to the mark...
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets