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

4/5/2025
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Perhaps It Was As Was All Was What Was Meant To Be
I spend many a night of the month of May, July, or September, gazing at the sky My eyes can't seem to comprehend the way the diamonds dance, shimmy and even fly
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Let's talk about
This show was amazing. I was worried because they Cancelled the two shows Before mine. This was also an out of State show for me.
By Jeremy White2 years ago in Poets
“No Parking Zone — Car Will Be Thrown! 🚗💨”
“No Parking Zone — Car Will Be Thrown! 🚗💨” They nailed a sign for all to view: 🚫 NO PARKING – Penalty: $100 too! 💸 But cars kept coming, row by row,
By PRABAL TR PRO2 years ago in Poets
Nate Franchesco: Where Genres Collide and Music Speaks
Nate Franchesco is a guitarist and multi-instrumentalist whose playing defies boundaries and bends genres with soulful precision. Whether it’s a fiery solo, a groove-heavy rhythm, or a delicate melodic line, Nate brings a rare blend of technical mastery and emotional depth to everything he touches. His music flows seamlessly across styles — from blues and jazz to progressive rock, ambient textures, and beyond — always rooted in feel and finesse.
By Briton GMM2 years ago in Poets
HmDADAHmDADAHmDADA
In the Special Ed Room, the dreams are kept in cages, He wore his best hospital gown for the meeting but spoke in a rat's voice.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Poets
Creativity
Creativity is an antidote against the stressors of life. I can assure you — for I’ve been using it since early childhood
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Where the Wild . Top Story - April 2025.
The wind moves like an old song, threading through open fields, stirring the quiet things awake. Here, among the untamed, the unbroken,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Deep Breaths Now, And Chill
fromthemomentofarrivalonthisplanetwehavechanceswehaveopportunitiestomakesomethingofourlivessomethinggoodsomethingindelible breathe so as to catch the air in your mouth in your throat in your lungs
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
For single mothers
There is a weight you carry, unseen, a quiet strength woven into every morning, every lunch packed with hands that ache, every bedtime story told with a voice
By Edina Jackson-Yussif --personal growth 2 years ago in Poets
Dewdrop's Ephemeral Ballet
This ghazal beautifully captures the depth of longing and the bittersweet essence of love. The poet, lost in the enchantment of their beloved’s gaze, compares their state to a fragile drop of dew, ready to fade at any moment. The verses flow with the melancholic beauty of unfulfilled love, weaving imagery of night, sorrow, and the eternal yearning of the soul.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets
Whispers of a Broken Moon
This ghazal beautifully captures the depth of longing and heartache that love can bring. The poet weaves a tale of passion, betrayal, and the lingering pain of memories. The imagery of the moon, wind, and shadows adds a mystical touch, painting a picture of love that both elevates and devastates.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets