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

LIFE IS A BED OF ROSES.. Content Warning.
Life is like a bed of roses, That draws its victims with its Crimson red petals, That glistens under the golden hue of the sun,
By Cecilia Udeoguabout a year ago in Poets
Ions of the Ocean Birds of a Feather
Today upon awakening I heard Sweetie Bird, my parakeet tweet. I turned on the news! Although I do not live by the ocean in Riverside, I am addicted to the ocean as a powerful source of positive energy. The song was in my head all morning. So, I wrote it down as poetry turning it into a song to accompany the video story. This is not about me! It is about creating a time for meditation in this chaotic dystopian world on Earth in the year 2025. I used a lot of my photos and videos as well as my routine animation from my and wild imagination from my dreams. It is not about me! It is about humanity.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Saša Milivojev - JUDGEMENT DAY
Saša Milivojev JUDGEMENT DAY Stars are clashing Comets are crashing The Moon is on fire The Sky is collapsing Grinding the ground
By Saša Milivojevabout a year ago in Poets
From the noise and chaos
Out of the noise and chaos, voices are loudly heard wanting to be heard by the most magnificent mind, which seems stronger under another loss
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
The Unicorn’s Bargain
When God walked earth in silver mist and Time was still a fawn, He made the first unicorn from fragments of the dawn: __________________________
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
The Last Unicorn’s Lament
They caught her not with ropes or chains but with a looking-glass, its face so wide and framed so fine with gilt-edged lies and brass.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
Wait
Grave in the garden of cheery house Drenched in raindrops under a blooming sky. Watches every passer-by To be found this time,
By Mansiabout a year ago in Poets
Little Wings, Big Dreams
In gardens where the wildflowers play, Tiny butterfly babies flutter each day. With wings like whispers, soft and light, They dance in beams of golden light.
By mitty anegoabout a year ago in Poets
Croak, Plop, Love!
Beneath the clouds so soft and gray, The raindrops came to dance and play. A puddle formed, so wide and deep, Where dreams would stir and secrets keep.
By mitty anegoabout a year ago in Poets
Being Human
Came to life, learned to cry as a child Started to grow Learned to listen to your heart Became an adult Just listen to the voice of reason
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Paint it Purple. Top Story - May 2025.
I wrote this today from my dreams, life, and tidbits of the news. I was thinking about this topic for hours. Finally, I wrote the song, created a video to add visuals.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the Dragon's Tongue
Before men carved their histories in stone or wax or skin, the dragons kept the chronicles in embers scored within ________________________
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets