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

Sadness Fades, Hope Return
💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 A heart weighed down by sorrow deep, A soul that longs for restful sleep, A mind that's lost in dark despair, A spirit crying out for care.
By Safeera Sathar3 years ago in Poets
She notes the Chariots
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing — At her low Gate — Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat — These lines are from the poem "This is my letter to the World" by Emily Dickinson. The poem explores the idea of communication and the relationship between the individual and the wider world.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Ample Nation
I've known her — from an ample nation — Choose One — Then — close the Valves of her attention — Like Stone — These lines are from the poem "I've known a Lady" by Emily Dickinson. The poem describes the speaker's experience of knowing a woman who can intensely focus her attention.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Mind Contol
My mind acts like time doesn’t fly Keep telling me all these lies But I keep my head towards the sky My mind thinks it's running a race
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
Celebrating The Elephant Whisperers' Oscar Win
Congratulations to The Elephant Whisperers, Whose Oscar win is well-deserved and true, For your portrayal of these gentle giants, And the message that you brought to the view. Your film has shown us their complexity, Their depth of emotion and their keen wit, Their struggles and their bonds with humanity, And the beauty that we cannot ever forget. The Elephant Whisperers, you have brought us A story that is both heartwarming and grave, A call to action for all those who love The world's creatures, both great and small, to save. So here's to you, the whole team of the film, For winning the Oscars, and for this gem.
By Lejoy3 years ago in Poets
Soul selects
"The Soul selects her own Society" The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority —
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
How dreary to be somebody!
How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! These lines are also from a poem by Emily Dickinson, titled "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" In the following lines of the poem, the speaker contrasts the freedom of being a nobody with the burdens of being a somebody.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
I'm Nobody
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?" I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
It feels shorter; Tis Centuries
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each It Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads We were toward eternity.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Swelling of the ground
We paused before a house that seemed Swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound These lines are from the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. In this stanza, the speaker and Death have stopped in front of a house that appears to be swelling off the ground.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Grew Quivering
Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. These lines are also from the same poem, "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. Here, the speaker continues to describe her carriage ride with Death, but the perspective shifts to the experience of the speaker as they pass through a field.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Gazing Grain
We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets