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

The Rhythm of Emotion
The Rhythm of Emotion, Exploring the intertwined relationship Between mood and movement, A dance of feeling and expression.
By ahmed zaki3 years ago in Poets
The Tides of Touch
The Tides of Touch: Exploring the Ebb and Flow of Physical Connection The tides of touch, they ebb and flow, Like waves upon the shore,
By ahmed zaki3 years ago in Poets
Heart Broken
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that always left Mia breathless. She would sit on her balcony, watching as the clouds twirled and spun, their edges tinged with pink and orange as they kissed the horizon. It was a moment of peace in her otherwise chaotic life.
By Afee Writes3 years ago in Poets
Beyond the Known
Beyond the known, the world awaits, A mystery shrouded in unknown fates, A journey that few are brave to take, To leave behind all that's safe and fake.
By Dhinesh kumar.P3 years ago in Poets
spoken for myself.
entitlement claimed to intimacy, no authority who wants to know who doesn't want to know some parts failed the test so i leaned into those
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
The Majesty of Nature: A Poetic Ode to the Beauty of the Natural World
Oh nature, how your beauty sings With melodies that dance and ring The rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze And the hum of the bees as they fly with ease
By cruddymoose3 years ago in Poets
Herstory: Celebrating Women's History Month
In March, we celebrate herstory, The women who shaped our destiny, From warriors to poets to scientists, Their contributions are significant.
By PP3 years ago in Poets
Women Rise
In every land, in every town, Women rise, standing tall and proud. Their voices echo through the world, With strength and grace that knows no bounds.
By PP3 years ago in Poets
What I Want?
I want something but don't know what it is I am longing for something but still don't know what Is it acceptance? Is it to be recognized?
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
My 50th Story
Of fifty posts on Vocal Media's great stage, A milestone reached with much to celebrate, Each one a gem upon this virtual page, A testament to writers' passionate fate. With every post, a new adventure born, A journey shared with readers far and wide, From heartfelt tales of love and loss, forlorn, To words of wisdom and advice as guide. The journey's been long, but oh so sweet, As writers pour their souls into each word, Their passion and dedication can't be beat, A testament to the power of being heard. So here's to fifty more, and then some more, As writers' voices ring out evermore.
By Lejoy3 years ago in Poets
Reach for the Pie Boys
Reach for the pie, Said a boy name Tai, His cousin reached but failed. The two hoped it taste as good as it smelled, But the counter was too high.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
The Fly and the Flea
A fly and a flea in a flue, Were imprisoned, what are they gonna do? The fly states: "Let us flee!" "We should fly!" said the flea with a plea.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets