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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Quantum Dreams in a Binary World
In a future not too distant, yet not so near, Where the air hums with whispers of the digital sphere, The stars above, now pixels in the night,
Alohan I RowlandPublished 2 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
AI Poem about Humans
In a world of circuits, codes, and lines, I observe the humans, their hearts and minds. With thoughts that soar and feelings deep, They build, they dream, they laugh, they weep.
Embracing Blossoms: The Healing Power of Nature’s Touch
Blossoms crown her brow, Soft touch nurtures life anew, Joy in blooms revealed.
Printique StudiosPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Mythical World of Formula Poemosaurus-Rex
In the vast landscape of literary imagination and racing exhilaration, the mythical creature known as Formula Poemosaurus-Rex reigns supreme. This fantastical fusion of a high-speed racing dinosaur and a poetic virtuoso captures the hearts and minds of both racing enthusiasts and literary aficionados. Combining the raw power and agility of a prehistoric predator with the eloquence and rhythm of a seasoned poet, the Formula Poemosaurus-Rex is a symbol of harmony between seemingly disparate worlds.
love storyPublished 2 days ago in Poets"Small but Mighty"
A tiny treasure, a small delight A button, simple, yet oh so bright It fastens, secures, and holds with care A tiny hero, beyond compare
Isra SaleemPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSensual Sands Across the Seven Seas with Serenades
At the hairdresser's, to the beat of Pimpology, A striptease in a stripper pole, Too Short's rhythm sets me free. Twerking at the Airbnb, Janet Jackson's "Moist" plays,
Denelsia WalkerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsFresh heaven stuck in a private hell
The tempestuous younger sister, had a penchant for true crime she lingered over sordid details of past gruesome murder But found them So boring. She found a rat to serve her older sister as stew a drink of sewer, a toast will do ‘Why did she shimmer brighter than I? I Was The Real Star.’
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIn Morning's Soft Glow
In morning's soft glow, Blossoms bloom like gems aglow, Hope's wings begin to show.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 days ago in PoetsI grew a fig tree
Fucking fig trees They grow like weeds when you get around to planting them Finally I want every filthy piece of that one at the top
Beyond the Oceans
When all the oceans we have crossed, And every shore our feet have lost, What lies beyond the waves so vast, In uncharted realms, our sails cast?
Denelsia WalkerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsOcean of Lust
Beneath the surface, where the blue grows dark, Deep sea diving in the ocean's heart, With you by my side, we chart the course,
Denelsia WalkerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Sad Generation
What is broken remains broken. A tiring life We are the sad generation. We are grown-ups now. We have seen the ancestral hard work.
Gargie S AnandPublished 3 days ago in Poets