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Painting by Numbers: The term Artistic Trip
People may engage in a meaningful artistic experience by using paint by numbers to explore their creative side. The canvas serves as a guide, offering a framework for creative expression, and an organized method for painting. You have the flexibility to explore, modify, and give the artwork your distinct style as you fill in each region with the proper colors.
Jane dillanPublished 12 months ago in PoetsEternal Love's Embrace
Eternal Love's Embrace "Eternal Embrace" In the realm of love's ethereal grace, Where hearts entwine in an eternal embrace, A symphony of emotions softly dance, Whispering secrets in a mesmerizing trance.
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Love's Lament
Love's Lament Unveiling the Depths: A Love's Lament In shadows' embrace, love's ardor unfolds, A symphony of hearts, a tale yet untold.
Like Baloo...
It starts with an itch...then a scratch...then a full-on back grind against the edge of a door Rampantly, ritualistically, like Baloo from The Jungle Book, I drag my back raw against the door
Paul StewartPublished 12 months ago in Poetssoulless love
months of solitude and rediscovery honing in on what matters most to the woman in the mirror, so eager to refine love and anticipatory to share it with someone
Amanda Moore-KarimPublished 12 months ago in Poets# Happiness
Happiness is not a destination But a journey along the way It is not something you can buy But something you can give away
Caleb GoldPublished 12 months ago in Poets# The Sound of Silence
I hear the sound of silence In the spaces between words In the pauses of conversations In the breaths of lovers
Caleb GoldPublished 12 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
A Tapestry of Emotions
In the depths of my soul, where emotions reside, I weave a tapestry of words, where feelings coincide. With trembling hands and a heavy heart,
Shattered Reflections
In the labyrinth of a broken heart, Whispers of pain tear worlds apart. The moon weeps tears of shattered glass, Reflecting fragments of a love that didn't last.
The SilencePublished 12 months ago in PoetsShe
She was standing on the top floor looking into the distance fantasize about hope swallow despair.
I wonder
May be just maybe The world could have been better place, Better place If our eyes could get the sight of humanity glowing inside.
Sushila BhurtelPublished 12 months ago in PoetsI Am Not a Poet
I am not a poet But I have a friend who is. Disguised in primary colors And holes in her chest She can speak and write Words of the same language but of another kind
Eve LuxembourgPublished 12 months ago in Poets