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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
“Halo of Earth”
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
A Delicate Procedure. Top Story - July 2025.
Step One: Wear quiet like perfume. Not too much- Just enough to make them wonder If you were ever really loud at all. Step Two:
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
VALUE
Value life the way you value Supercars the ones that’s brand new Time and money you have spent Visions straight now thought was bent
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
Burn
Inspiration is a simple thing. Like hope with its feathers, It spreads its wings. But the universe chose a cruel design.
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
If Emotions Had Colors
Imagine if your heart didn’t just feel—but painted. What if every moment of joy stained your fingertips yellow? Every wave of sadness turned your breath blue?
By Hilal Hussainabout a year ago in Poets
Instructions for Disappearing
It’s easy to be invisible. All you have to do is go with the flow, make yourself small, * do a little people pleasing dance.
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
UnWanted People
According to a psychological article I read this morning on my cellphone, there are four to seven types of personalities that healthy, self-respecting people should avoid. The four I read about include: The Chronic Critic, The Narcisisstic Manipulator, The Emotional Vampire, and The Perpetual Victim. I'm the last one.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
The Way You Stay
The way your eyes find mine even in the middle of noise— it’s a quiet I never knew I craved. We don’t talk about the clock anymore,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Rosa's Portal of Tacos
This is an introduction to different rooms that will be opening at Outstages Cafe. Today we opened Rosa's Portal of Tacos. Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets