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

Love
Love is uncontrollable, in that it gives you free will. There is no control in love. Lust is all about control, as it is trying to shove
By Anon2 years ago in Poets
Can you feel
Sounds around us Songs from the heart Listen Listen Feel Let it in That tweeting sound The clear bell call Listen to the joy as I sing without care
By Donna Morgan 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes . Top Story - February 2025.
Echoes in my body Echoes through the blood Echoes of long held stories Vibrations felt Of what No, I don't need to know
By Donna Morgan 2 years ago in Poets
"THE LAND OF OZ". Content Warning.
THE LAND OF OZ PHOTO BY VICKI Puppies, Kitties, Birds, Toys, Rainbows, Wizard of Oz, Cause Peepers Say no more stories on politics.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Yesterday
Echoes of Yesterday In the twilight of her years, she sat, Tracing the past in a tattered hat. The golden glow of childhood's light,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
Would It Not Be Easier?
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for January 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
With My Eyes Shut
Nightmares have slipped through my life like my second shadow, suffocating me through the day and finding a friend in me at night.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Wedding Mess
I wish I could disappear Not from life! but from a view. I wish I could start fresh Away from people. Not away from you!
By Anastazja2 years ago in Poets
The Slaughter of Innocence. Content Warning.
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Awakening Serenity
Whispering dawn glows, Threads of gold weave through still trees, Earth breathes soft anew.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The Word
The word is the meaning of life is Jesus lives!
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
BED ROTTING
I sink. 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. The mattress swallows, holds, keeps. (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮.)
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets