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

The Hidden Wound of Love
Rahi Mo’ayeri, a contemporary Persian poet, is known for his delicate yet deeply emotional ghazals. His poetry often explores themes of longing, love, and the silent pain hidden within the heart. In this ghazal, he beautifully portrays the sorrow of unfulfilled love, the agony of separation, and the unwavering devotion of the lover. The imagery of a heart burning like a candle or carrying a hidden wound like a tulip adds to the melancholic beauty of his words.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets
The Lost Heart
Foroughi Bastami, a lesser-known Persian poet of the 19th century, masterfully captures the essence of human bewilderment in love and fate. His poetry often reflects deep introspection, longing, and the helplessness of the heart in the face of its own desires. This ghazal speaks of a restless soul, unaware of its own heart’s struggles, caught between destiny and personal choices. The poet surrenders to the idea that even the wisest cannot escape the perplexities of love.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets
The Flow of Love
Love moves like water— not in straight lines, not in the ways we expect it to. It curls around edges, spills over quiet places,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Back to Caladan
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Spiral. Content Warning.
When the day grows quiet, my mind stirs and spins— a whirlwind of thoughts, thick clouds forming, hiding the light I so desperately seek.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Poets
The Mystery of Us
I dreamt of you again last night, And I never dream yet here you were, A vivid memory or maybe a sign, Filling the spaces, soul ties?
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Poets
In the In-Between
I stand where endings blur with starts, a tender ache held in my heart. The soil beneath is soft, unsure, a ground that’s broken, yet still pure.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Poets
The Truest Version of Me. Content Warning.
I drown my pain with a shot or two, Lost in a life where sorrow grew. Confused and broken, I roam the night, Seeking answers in the fading light.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Wind. AI-Generated.
Soft strokes of color, dancing light, A whisper calls, both bold and bright. Amber leaves in twilight’s glow, Like autumn flames in drifting woe.
By Silver Raven 2 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Color. AI-Generated.
Shattered glass of painted dreams, stitched with whispers, sewn in seams. A dance of amber, dusk, and blue, woven deep with light’s own hue.
By Silver Raven 2 years ago in Poets
Again
-*- I know, I did it again; I went for a coffee, I found you instead. -*- What's next? what can I say? what's worse than my silence?
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 6
Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird Watch me front crawl through my cranium! Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird My epidermis so purpureous
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets