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

We Eat Our Young
paintings can't hurt you... beware — selfish man and gods for we eat our young. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another horrorish haiku for the Haunted Echoes challenge. This time, after several poems inspired by paintings by Picasso, Brueghel, Friedrich, Raphael, and Caravaggio. This time it is Goya who can play as muse to this writer, me, while also scratching his itch.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
Buried
Dirt on a pine box Darkness. Fingernails splintered. Screams are buried deep *** Author’s note couldn’t find an unsplash image I liked for this one, and definitely didn’t want to use an AI image….
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
NEVER THAT’S FOREVER
My heart’s in autumn The seasoned memories fade Our love never falls
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
NOW I SEE
Oh autumn beauty You turned me a believer Like fall leaves, I changed
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
HIM
I lay my head on his chest, wrapped in his arms, seeking comfort in the familiar. It is a release— an outpour of emotions
By Lakena McQueen4 months ago in Poets
FALLING AROUND
We did get quite high That’s when we tripped up and fell Oh, how hard this fall.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
A Gentle Reminder
When I think of you I find comfort in the warmth of my rage—
By Lakena McQueen4 months ago in Poets
If Love Had a Voice. AI-Generated.
If Love Had a Voice If love could speak, it wouldn’t be thunder or applause. It would be the soft rustle of sheets when someone waits up for you.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Poets
BEST IN SHOW
This fall’s fashion show, the prize affair of the year, features Nature’s choice.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
Crystalized. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
shivering dehydrated crisp after repeated morning freezes and the first evening f l u r r y ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ 🍂 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
CELESTIAL
Like Kamikazes, the winds are driving the leaves, the fall is divine.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
Beware . Runner-Up in Masks We Wear Challenge.
Some of them Will come to your door Seeking to serve Their souls lean towards this one goal If they see you in need, they will offer you gifts
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets