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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Serenade of the Phoenix Love
When the fire burned through the streets In that moment the two of one meets When the city crumbled from the inside In that moment their love did not subside
J. K. AndersonPublished a day ago in Poets- Content Warning
Why’d you do it?
He scratched her, He spat on her, And with clenched fists he punched her, but not before those eyes he bore, left her battered with all of its examinations and impermissible longings.
MY STORY
What can I say what can I tell Tell you my story might as well Certain things I will not mention So you know won’t ring the bell
Haychie_ArtistPublished a day ago in PoetsWhispers of the Heart
In twilight's tender hue, love's melody starts, Where hearts entwine, as timeless as the stars. Whispers of the heart, in soft, silken grace,
KhutsoMachikaPublished a day ago in PoetsNature's Awakening Chorus
Avian arias swell Preluding dawn's amber grace Nature's reveille
Printique StudiosPublished a day ago in PoetsReverie's Ascent
In days of yore, when childhood's golden haze Enveloped all with innocence's gaze, I'd clamber up the ancient apple tree,
Printique StudiosPublished a day ago in PoetsYears of Eight
Is this honor and respect, Only shown among our own? The natives came, A minority to be overthrown. They are wise and strong,
Lenita LeiPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEquilibrium
“What do you search for?” “Peace. You?” “Vengeance.” “You can find one in the other.” “You will find both in each other.”
Obsidian WordsPublished 2 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
Matt Bliss
i've been looking for Matt Bliss. nobody knows where he is or what he's doing. i need to recover the confidence; to be someone to fight for someone else;
⸘jason alan‽Published 2 days ago in Poets Dancing With The Ghost
In the quiet of the night, When the world is still and bare, Shadows come alive with light, Whispers fill the air. I step into the moon's soft glow,
CHRISTIAN PPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWhispers of the Ancient Forest
In the heart of the ancient forest deep, Where secrets and shadows softly sleep, The trees stand tall, their leaves a crown,
CHRISTIAN PPublished 2 days ago in PoetsOde to Johnny
Moving along life’s byway, weary from the load. I love to sit down by a country road, near a river flowing, where I can see long worn tracks,
Rasma RaistersPublished 2 days ago in Poets