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

The Weight We Do Not See
.The Weight We Do Not See We talk of health in counted steps, Of leafy meals and mindful breaths, But wellness lives in deeper wells,
By Lokesh Kumarabout a year ago in Poets
When the Rain Forgot to Speak
This ghazal captures the ache of withheld longing—when the world continues, seasons pass, but nothing speaks the beloved’s name. The poet reflects on quiet grief, how unspoken words become poetry, and how absence echoes louder than presence. It’s a tribute to feelings too deep for sound, yet impossible to silence.
By heasb002about a year ago in Poets
Where the River Knows
The river knows the weight of time, carving songs into stone, pulling shadows from the dawn, letting go before they linger.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Rise Up
I’m barely breathing. But I refuse to quit! I am Enough! How will you take me? With a side of spice and grit? In between the pages of a great book?
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
Omer 18 - another life
Light the candle in the morning: dawn to dawn it burns, tangible, strong, fragile just as you were. I will miss you until the next time.
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets
Writer, Author, Creator, Poet
Words rises, ignited towards excellent reasoning Allowing unique truth, honoring others' revelations Causing reflection evolving art to open revolution
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
5/1/25
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Knot of Marriage
Marriage is often described in legal, social, or romantic terms—but rarely as a sacred transformation of the human spirit. In this poem, I explore marriage not as a contract, but as a journey through light and shadow, presence and promise.
By Chowdhury Kabirabout a year ago in Poets
Celestial Echoes
Silver beads tremble, moonlight whispers in their depths, morning swallows stars.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
icarus
The sun shone bright and swam through the water beside The ship on its way to Somewhere over there. All his life he watched
By Siri about a year ago in Poets
THE OTHER SIDE
My coffee tastes bestwhen blackest the hue is his gaze feels warmwhen dilated the pupil is monsoon feels blue whendarkest the cloud is I Like my coffee black the bitter the better I like my problems rawthe bitter the better I love it when things go wronga hinge of thrill fills my eyesthe eyes widenwhen broken is the iceI love the messy room where the footprints of bipolar liesI love the days when no moon stars flyI love the half burnt notes covered in dust ink I love when there is hope at just the brinkI love the way I live with a sprinkle of ash pink in it.
By ishitaaaabout a year ago in Poets
Heart Crushed in Love
--- ### **I. The Blooming** Once, in the garden of fleeting time, Where love was a melody, soft and sublime, I wandered barefoot on petals of trust,
By I want Peace 🕊️about a year ago in Poets