Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I believed that when I closed my eyes, the world would still remember me whole, that familiar voices would call my true name at dawn.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
There are things that can't be said, can't be drawn and quartered can't be spatchcocked over the burning coals of Redemption Song
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Never be afraid to be who you are. You didn’t come to this world to fit in— but to resonate. You arrived with a purpose,
Morning unfolds like silk across the valley, pine-tops kindling beneath first light, mist drifting unhurried over the river’s cool skin.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
I try to fall asleep and I listen to my breathe. My breathe. My breathe. My breathebra - My breathebra - To the thump thump.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, 🌙 My heart hums a tender tune. It speaks of love, soft and bright, A flame that dances with the moon.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Painting by Cindus Henry I stumbled into an artist’s apartment, the door was mostly open, on an easel, I saw a completed piece.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
It’s not an external rule, but a subtle law — an invisible dance between what you give and what you receive. Because everything you emit
It’s okay to want to help — to heal others’ wounds, to hold broken worlds with hands full of light. But never forget your own cracks.
Trust your intuition. It is the oldest whisper of your soul— the golden thread that ties you to your truth. When something feels like madness,
I used to be just another ordinary person. Well… not that ordinary, to be honest. I lived and vibrated well. And because of that, my life was peaceful and calm.
The reason you feel anxious is because your mind is running toward a future that hasn’t arrived yet. The reason you overthink everything
