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

The Shadow's Curse: My greatest fear
As I walk through the darkness of the night, I feel a chill that sends a shiver down my spine, For in this place, there's something not quite right,
By Vivid Masonganyika3 years ago in Poets
Perpetual Perplexity
Peaceful pathways, paved and pristine, Passing through picturesque pastures. Proud pines standing tall and serene, Patiently providing peaceful postures.
By TheMoon'sKeeper3 years ago in Poets
Inertia
When the words of the young Inspire the minds of the old Hope for the future Assuages their regrets About years of inertia
By Allen3 years ago in Poets
A Fairytale Type of Love
being in love is so painful, yet so beautiful. there are so many highs and so many lows. there’s the good and the bad. the beautiful and ugly. but ill be damned if i let it destroy me once more. you become so blinded by the thought of a perfect fairytale happy ending. but thats not how it works. thats not how anything works. but quite frankly, i still believe in a love like that. I can’t help it.
By Gianna Neufeld3 years ago in Poets
An Entirely Inappropriate Shade of Pink
I was wearing an entirely inappropriate shade of pink, they teased on their way out. I was ugly, and weird shaped, is what I heard as I was shoved further down into the dark.
By Luke Foster3 years ago in Poets
Mushroom Man
Mushroom Man Mighty Master Makes mundane magical Morning meditation Mindful movement Monotony made mystical Mid-day mantra
By Kat The Girl3 years ago in Poets
Sunrise, Sunset. Runner-Up in Tautogram Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
Sunrise, sunset Slow start, soft send Seagulls sing, shadows sway Salty sea, Saturday Sky shines, sails soar Sweeping sand, shallow shore
By Kat The Girl3 years ago in Poets
Oasis
Once, only once, our otherworldly oasis opens. One overwhelming oasis, overflowing of opulence. Organically outgoing, outreaching overjoying outsiders. Oasis, operatic offering of overwhelming order.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Poets
Bella: The Beauty that Lies Within
Bella, a name that once belonged to a timid girl A girl who hid behind her hair and wore her doubts like a cloak But something stirred within her, a feeling that refused to be ignored
By junaid mughal3 years ago in Poets
Blood Red Eyes
Once a year, on the night of the full moon, the people of the small village would lock themselves indoors and wait for morning. They knew what was coming, and they feared it.
By wispo uganja3 years ago in Poets
Beauty
In the morning light, the sun does rise With golden beams that paint the skies The world awakens to a brand new day And beauty surrounds us in every way
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Happiness
Happiness is not a destination, It's the journey we embark. It's not a thing to be achieved, But a way to live and spark.
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets