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

Whispers of Our Heart
Dreams are the whispers of our heart, The visions that set us apart. It's the belief that we can achieve, And the courage to make our goals conceive.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets
My Family, My World
My family means the world to me, A source of love and care, They've seen me through thick and thin, And always been there to share.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets
Flower of Night
In the stillness of the night, Amidst the darkness and the moon's light, A flower blooms in solitude, Its beauty shining with fortitude.
By junaid mughal3 years ago in Poets
The Power of Music for Mental Wellness
When the mind is a tangled mess, And the heart feels heavy and distressed, Music can be the perfect cure, A remedy that's tried and true for sure.
By Helan D. Jhonson3 years ago in Poets
Purple clouds
In the sky, a purple cloud, Majestic and regal, it stands out proud. A sight to behold, a wonder to see, As it drifts lazily, so serene and free.
By Sabaina Waheed 3 years ago in Poets
Cancer Book
A book of poetry and wondrous sights donated to the cancer fight a disease that's fought so hard to right. Its pages full
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
a love for slow mornings
a love for slow mornings I am a being in the middle of things Existing in the in between You’ll find me Between the hours of the waking
By the_girl_who_thinks_in_poetry3 years ago in Poets
Harley Quinn
Hey stranger! Scroll up Don't be shy, eyes up there hun Whatcha think of me?
By Jonathan Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
The Sweet Dream
n the stillness of the night, As the moon casts its soft light, We drift into a world of delight, Where reality takes flight.
By Furqan3 years ago in Poets
Well Old Son: Part Four
IV Liquid fire burns but does not shine in misty night skies. In the shadows of a broken imagination, a bewildered body cowers. A simple remedy: spoonfuls of psychedelic poems stirring the sound of colour. Toxically allured by scintillating oil rainbows, more vivid and less illusional than those of pure rain.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
Substitute
You I pick apart and examine every piece You slice me open the very first time we meet Hold me away but please,
By Samantha Russo3 years ago in Poets
The Power of Gratitude
Gratitude is a powerful force, That fills our hearts with love and warmth. It's the thank yous we say each day, And the blessings we count in every way.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets