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The Beauty and Significance of Poetry
Poetry is a powerful medium that has been used to express emotions, thoughts, and ideas for centuries. It has the ability to capture the essence of a moment, a feeling, or a message, and convey it in a way that resonates with people across different cultures and languages. In this article, we will explore the world of poetry, its beauty, and significance, and the reasons why it remains relevant even in today's fast-paced digital age.
By Muneeb Javed3 years ago in Poets
The Journey of Love and Wisdom
Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there lived a young man named Anwar. He was known throughout the kingdom for his intelligence and wit, and he spent most of his days reading books and engaging in lively debates with anyone who would listen. His friends and family admired him for his vast knowledge and his ability to solve even the most complex problems. One day, as Anwar was strolling through the palace gardens, he came across an old man sitting under a tree. The old man's face was lined with wrinkles, and his hair and beard were snow-white. Anwar was intrigued by the old man and approached him to strike up a conversation.
By Faisal Karim3 years ago in Poets
An Open Letter to Society
To Whom it May Concern, As a whole, America has come a long way. We have grown a lot the past to today. Slavery is always the elephant in the room. We are not allowed to speak on it. The subject is taboo. It happened, it is a part of our history. There's nothing we can do. I am a black woman, so slavery is a part of my life. My ancestors are majority black, a small handful are white. I visited the very plantation my ancestors lived on. I saw the living quarters, cotton fields, and so on. Small, dark and cramped are the adjectives I used while I was there. It is so unfair. But the past is the past, right?
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Poets
Dear Me
Dear Latoya, How are you my dear? What are you up to now? It's been years. I have been wanting to talk to you for so long. I wanted to catch you before life did you wrong. I been here all along...but silent. Maybe I should say I was SILENCED. By who? Don't know. They covered my mouth tight and refused to let go. enough about that mess tho. I am here now. Who am I right? I'm sure you want to know. I don't really have a name. I am your younger self, so I guess our names are the same. Hello Latoya.
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Poets
