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

Shattered Reflections. Content Warning.
Shattered Reflections They stand before the broken glass, A hundred fractured faces stare, lost, yet believing. The mist whispers, curling around their feet,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
I never feel lonely
I never feel lonely Except when I look at the stars And then I am not lonely for my own sake But for those little fires burning so far apart
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Rhyme Time
Just look at this old teachers' desk, It looks like its' been used by a pest. Look at the notes on this piece for it is really all about someone's niece.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
I CRY
I cry, because I don’t have any money in my bank account, I cry, because I’m worried about being put out of my home, I cry, because the struggles in life can be so hard sometimes that it’s hard to hold your head up high,
By CeeCee Whitfieldabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Summer
The golden sun climbs high and proud, Through cotton skies and silken cloud, Its warmth spills wide on fields of green, Where laughter grows and hearts are seen.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Poets
My Poetry Went Viral—Here’s What I Didn’t Expect
I still remember the night my world changed. It was quiet—one of those still, sleepless hours when you either write or unravel. For me, it was both. I had written a poem, short and raw, titled “The Quiet Between Heartbeats.” Just 12 lines. I didn’t think much of it. It was about loneliness, about that space between loving someone and letting them go.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Poets
Where the Wild Winds Call
The wind pulls at my sleeves, tugging me past the hollowed trees, where shadows stretch like old regrets and the earth hums beneath my feet.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
A Gentle Push Forward
"Maybe you think that motivation is just a collection of words filled with illusions. But I'm quite happy if it can help you a little bit to achieve your destinations." Because sometimes, all we need is not a miracle, but a reminder — that we’re still capable of dreaming, still strong enough to try. Even if the words sound hollow to you now, Let them echo through the walls of your doubt, Until you find your own voice saying, “I’m not done yet.”
By LilY Pagesabout a year ago in Poets
The Stream That Became a Storm
There are stories that live quietly inside us. Not the loud ones. Not the ones you tell at parties. The ones that flow beneath the surface — soft, unseen, and often dismissed.
By Worn Edgesabout a year ago in Poets
Omer 23 - The Morning’s Golden Hour
The ocean breathes salty and so do I. I have slept through so many of these morning and will sleep through many more. The sun is too fierce on the water,
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets
Inheritance Clause
The letter arrived, no stamp, no name. My grandfather died, but I feel no shame. We were estranged, he disliked how I roam.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Poets
If I were a book
If I were a book If I was a book I would be glossy paper, large print, easy to read. I‘d write my tale in diamond fonts, and pure gold ink.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets