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

April Fool
April Fool, April Fool, A day when jokes are the rule, A time to laugh and play, And to have some fun all day. Pranks and tricks are on the rise,
By Furqan3 years ago in Poets
Ms. Molly's Metaphors
Mom mastered molding metal Mysteriously marvelously magically. Meanwhile minoring music, My motives moved more melodically.
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Poets
The Pain of Loss
The pain of loss is like a storm, That rages deep within, Tearing at our hearts and souls, And leaving us undone.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets
The Memories We Keep
The memories we keep, Are like treasures in our hearts, Reminding us of the joys we've known, And the love we've shared from the start.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets
Well Old Son: Part Two
II Diluted memories, ebb & flow, wash ashore. Golden Gate lights fade behind peppered peripheral wastelands. Vermin nourishment: a single image. Torn Levi's. Rotting toenails. The unlit corners of a Sausalito cave, where poems wait to die.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
Head Noise
Six Word Poem they all speak but nobody listens Head Noise is Real if you walk far enough the head noise fades and the poetry appears.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
Wonders of Humanity
Humans, the marvels of creation, Living, breathing, in a world of sensation, Infinite in complexity, boundless in imagination,
By Shivam Rai 3 years ago in Poets
(Review)The Gangster, the Cop, the Devil
The Gangster, the Cop, the Devil" is a gripping and intense crime thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Directed by Lee Won-tae, this South Korean masterpiece stars Ma Dong-seok, Kim Mu-yeol, and Kim Sung-kyu, and follows the story of a notorious gangster, a relentless cop, and a brutal killer.
By Muhammad Ali3 years ago in Poets
Because Everything Can Kill You
time to dry out, sunshine. *because everything can kill you, that's why. storms not my rain anymore. codex of the inherent skeptic:
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Antimatter
Losing my mind Blue sandstorm of emotion burns through me like a heatwave A fugue of violence The darkness feels so bright The solitude suddenly so unkind
By Elysia Dawn3 years ago in Poets
egg
egg bread vread stickdiks moiu hasbulla,,,,,pubic hadiddia hamud
By categrapher3 years ago in Poets
A Tale of Unfaltering Strength
A mother's hands, weathered and worn, Tell a story of love, tirelessly borne. With fingers calloused, they toil all day,
By seegiri sarisara3 years ago in Poets