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

"The Unintended Consequences of Time Travel"
Jack was a highly skilled time traveller whose goal was to go back in time, modify history subtly, and therefore make the world a better place. John had visited the past numerous times, always hoping to change the world for the better.
By hari3 years ago in Poets
The Journey to Unity: Embracing Diversity and Creating Harmony
In the beginning, we were mere fragments, Divided and disconnected, we lacked alignment. But then we saw the beauty of unity,
By Ravishankar V K3 years ago in Poets
WHERE IS MY CREATOR
I searched him on hills and mountain, I had to return like a fountain, Like the beautiful streams of woods I searched him where I could,
By Javith3 years ago in Poets
What do parakeets do during breeding season?
To get his mate in the mood, the male will repeatedly touch her beak with his own. The female will ultimately lift her tail in the air and raise her wings a little to signal to the male that he has the go-ahead if all wooing attempts have been successful. How Do Parakeets Mate
By Zarif Zara3 years ago in Poets
The Oblivion Of Time
How many days fall into the oblivion of time How many moments, simply discarded, for the sake of the future or the past, losing ourselves in
By YonathanJ3 years ago in Poets
Magic of Copywriting
Copywriting, oh copywriting, A craft that's both science and art, With words that are captivating, To move and stir the human heart.
By parapam pam3 years ago in Poets
Unclaimed Verses
With ink and paper I shall compose, A poem without a claim of prose, To be shared with all who wish to read, Without restriction or fee to heed.
By thamee 163 years ago in Poets
Dreams resembles Doors to other realities
Dreams are doors that open to other worlds, A gateway to realms that lie unfurled. Each one unique, a world of its own, A universe created, a story unknown.
By Jackson 3 years ago in Poets
The falling moon
Looking s a lways captivated me, the way the moon seems to float effortlessly through the sky, casting a soft glow on everything below. But tonight, as I watch it fall towards the earth, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over me. It's as if the moon is a metaphor for something greater, something I can't quite put my finger on.
By Jackson 3 years ago in Poets
Creation
Old brought passion from Fire. New brings passion from Old. , My passion brings Fire and ice. Chill.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
The key to freedom
Beyond the veil of what we see, Lies a truth as deep as the ocean, A world of possibilities, And a path to our own redemption.
By anup tirkey3 years ago in Poets
The Bride
In a gown of white, she stands so fair, A vision of beauty beyond compare. Her eyes sparkle bright, like stars above,
By Anyelin Mejia-Rosario3 years ago in Poets