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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
She resists
A mom casts her goals into the ocean; we, the words sent bobbing in the direction of the sun, the eggs of stone,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe leathery lord
The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains, With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains. He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
mahmoud elsaadPublished 4 days ago in PoetsDaisies
Daisies. A wonder to the eyes. The beauty of the earth. They blossom and grow and show signs of life. When the earth seems dead we begin to have hope.
Anthony TerryPublished 4 days ago in PoetsA little poetry in the funs of german sandstorms
Hey everybody, my name is Chris, from germany so english is not my native language. I hope my stories never miss,
Christian MillerPublished 4 days ago in PoetsRocky Jim and the Yellow Things
There was a stegosaurus His name was Rocky Jim He found it really tricky Each time he tried to swim Towards the ripe bananas
Tammy WakefordPublished 4 days ago in PoetsCandy Love
I’m Feeling Shy Now And Beautiful, Butterflies Swarming In Circles Sweeping Me Off My Toes, I Feel Like I Was Shot By Cupid,
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 4 days ago in PoetsT-Wreckx-n-Effect
Yo, I'm mother effing Tyrannosaurus Rex Just look at my sexy green scaly pecs The Laramidian mighty predator apex Tho' I got tiny brains, tiny hands
Paul StewartPublished 4 days ago in PoetsA Tribute to Dinosaurs
In lands of old time, where murk moved, drifted a monster, compelling and transported. A critter of legend, of scale and bone,
Ahsan AhmadPublished 4 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
Whitney Houston
Whitney Houston, a voice that soared, Born in Newark, New Jersey, her destiny assured. From gospel choirs to pop stardom’s embrace, Her melodies touched hearts, leaving a trace.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 4 days ago in Poets One Melody With Two Heart Pulses
There are no tears left to cry All that was felt and said has become oblivion There are no scars left to hide All the hurt and agony has been imprinted onto the mind and traced down by the heart
Raindrop Serenade
Softly falls the gentle rain, Tapping on my window pane. Each drop whispers, "Hello! friend," Bringing comfort without end.
Through Forest
Through forest I roam, Whispering woods, miles unfurl, Nature's song whispers.
Printique StudiosPublished 5 days ago in Poets