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

Regression
My eyes are bleary, my head — heavy. I tried not once, but thrice to compose myself, to fight the tide, to compose the words for the
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
When the Sky
The lake holds still, like it’s listening— not for sound, but for reason. Glass-backed, skin-tight calm, not a shiver from the wind,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Strawberry Lens. Top Story - June 2025.
I didn’t know I was being taught how to see Until I stopped looking. In the way glasses are meant to correct our vision, These lenses manipulate.
By Emmie Falboabout a year ago in Poets
What I Should Have Said
She brings me sunshine with her smile challenges me, coaxes my very best— even when I resist. - She is fierce, intelligent, emotionally mature,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Visiting the Widow
The musician's widow Thought there would be wine Perhaps dancing A candlelit dinner With tales of old times The poet brought a book, signed
By Gene Lassabout a year ago in Poets
Y, Z, A
They don't like rock and roll They don't understand it The new generations Constantly plugged in Tuned in and tuned out
By Gene Lassabout a year ago in Poets
The Silence
I began with the sound of my own steps, soft against the ground— a rhythm that didn’t ask to be heard, only followed. The world around me felt paused,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Apple of My Eye: A Soulful Journey into Love, Identity, and Awakening
"Apple of my eye…" These words have been whispered for centuries—words of affection, mystery, and deep connection. They come from the soul, from that sacred place where love is born and memories are stored. This is not just about a fruit or a garden. It's about something bigger. Something older. A story of longing, love, and discovery.
By ibrahim khanabout a year ago in Poets
How I Turned My Pain into Poetry
I didn’t set out to write poetry. I wasn’t trying to be profound or poetic or even brave. I was just trying to survive. There were days when the ache in my chest was too big to speak out loud. Days when the grief, the shame, the fear, or the sheer heaviness of living felt like more than I could carry. And in those moments, I did the only thing that made sense:
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Battling For Dinner
Prehistoric times were filled with many a wonder, fighting each other for bounties worthy of plunder. Creatures with strength that rival any beast,
By Toby Hewardabout a year ago in Poets
LOSE CONTROL 2
Got my faith I know It’s helping Got a heart I know ain’t melting Peace Is what we want you know Time Is short so switch the show
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
Weather Report for a Heart That Forgot Its Forecast
The morning broke in muted gray, A fog of doubt, a dull delay— No sun to burn the shadows through, Just whispered winds of what I knew.
By Just One of Those Thingsabout a year ago in Poets