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

THE PIT
Fell In love with writing rhymes Writing down what’s on my chest Had to go through rough times Shaped me up to be my best
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
A Symphony of Emotions
In the heart of the human experience, We find a symphony of emotions. A composition of feelings, That ebbs and flows with life's motions.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Wind
Whispers in the wind, oh how they speak, Of secrets untold and memories that leak, Of times long gone and moments cherished,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Midnight Blue
It’s midnight blue, dark clouds blown by the wind, the moon like a beacon, shines far into the night. Memories so golden,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Living Twice Squared Through Poetry
Celebrating LGBTQ Poets for Poetry Month There are some experiences in life that leave imprints on your soul. Eileen Myles is a legend who rarely needs an introduction. But just in case: Myles is a queer badass, lesbian punk, poet and writer.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
I long for shoes that catch the eye
I long for shoes that catch the eye, That sparkle, shimmer, and catch the light. But fear and doubt hold me back, Afraid that others may mock or attack.
By Uzmina3 years ago in Poets
I hear a poem
I hear a poem And I weep. Even when it is my own voice reading a poem aloud, I hear its sound, and I weep. I have felt, often,
By t.r.h. blue3 years ago in Poets
Living a Sweet Life, Diabetes-Free: A Poetic Journey to Health
To live a life that's free of woes, A healthy lifestyle we must choose. For diabetes, we must beware, And take good care, with love and care.
By Helan D. Jhonson3 years ago in Poets
The Living House
My house is more than bricks and stone, More than walls and doors alone, It's a living, breathing entity, That welcomes all who come to see.
By Matheesha Fernando3 years ago in Poets
Embracing Eternity
A fleeting breath, a fading light, A journey into the unknown night, A path we all must one day tread, When life's last chapter has been read.
By Neha Susan John3 years ago in Poets
A beautiful Flower
I cannot get over your amazing cuteness, full of coolness, You melt me with your simple true beauty Your scent, so fruity.
By Diani Alvarenga3 years ago in Poets
Well Old Son: Part Three
III Wholehearted devotion destroys cruel minds. He dreams of dreaming in dreams of bottled paper boats, blood curdled in breathless lungs, a ragged harlequin's muted scream. A single taste: metallic-nectar erotic-carnage haunts the warmth of noxious breath.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets