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

Bing's Voice
Sharp-edged snowflakes fell softly beyond the cold glass of my bedroom windows. The sunlight’s warmth failed to heat the blood poorly circulating throughout my ten toes.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Seasonal Shadows
Holiday of hope, of happiness cold colludes and conquers outside while warmth is welcome, washes over us inside recollections and reflections on the year that was
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
A Chorus of Holiday Whispers
In the glow of winter’s bright embrace, Where giggles echo in every space, Around the table, we cast our dreams, In steaming mugs, our laughter gleams.
By GoldenSpeech2 years ago in Poets
Alibaba and the Forty Thieves
In a dusty town, not far, not near, Lived Alibaba, with little to fear. A woodcutter by trade, a dreamer at heart, But luck? Well, he needed a head start.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Charms
You danced through life as if the world were yours, A spark that lit the ordinary skies. With charm that opened unforeseen doors,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Finding Harmony
Fingers trace the shore, a circle forms, tides whisper— boundless yet complete. The shifting sands hold the truth: all we need lies here, within.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
HOW TO FIND PRECIOUS STONES IN ANY RIVER
This document serves as a comprehensive guide for beginners interested in the exciting hobby of gemstone prospecting and collecting. It covers essential concepts, techniques, and practical tips to help enthusiasts understand the geological formation of gemstones, identify various types, and successfully collect them. Whether you're exploring rivers, mountains, or quarries, this guide will equip you with the knowledge needed to embark on your gemstone hunting journey.
By SUNMOONBAY LLC2 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Love and Separation
Hafez, the celebrated 14th-century Persian poet, is a towering figure in world literature. Known for his deep spiritual insights and mesmerizing wordplay, his poetry continues to inspire readers globally. Today, I’d like to share the English translation of one of his most famous works, Ghazal No. 1.
By Rahatweb Website2 years ago in Poets
1 year on Vocal
One year of my words Vocal's heart, a place to grow Together we shine~ 🥰🥰🥰 ~~~ I can't believe it has been one year since I joined Vocal—it's crazy!! It only feels like I've been writing on this platform for three or four months! I'm so grateful for all the support the Vocal community has given, and I want to say a big thank you for being very kind, trusting, and open to my art/stories. There was a previous writing platform I joined called "Scribophile" which I didn't realise critique was normalised in this space, but sometimes I felt judged through my work as if it wasn't good enough or too "weird". I remember someone once saying "This deserves to be in the trash, your "imagination" doesn't equalise". I remember responding with "First off that phrase doesn't even make sense, and neither does your mind if you can't comprehend creativity, take yourself out to the trash." I left after that 😅 AND JOINED VOCAL!! Since joining I have met some of the most lovely and purest souls on here. I appreciate the Vocal community for valuing and taking the time to read and understand my art of writing. I truly am very appreciative of the support. I'm so grateful for being a part of this community and want to shout out some incredible people who have deeply supported me!
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
The art of jazz-walking
The city of lights is the perfect amphitheater. * We are the new generation, a bridge between roadrunners and stargazers. One step signifies our will to lose control over the unknown. Time travelers, as jaguars we wander the concrete jungles.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Buried in the Snow
The Tips of my fingers Are black and blue From the earth, or the bite of the frost, I couldn’t tell you. I’ve been digging, and digging,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The Weight of Nothing, Something
Darkness, impenetrable intangible, casts its unrelenting shadow over me. Reprieve and relief have become obscure ideals, experiential relics of a past the memory of which slowly dissipates into nothing. People tend to misunderstand nothing. In its own cruel way, nothing is something. When it's your only something, you cling to it as I cling to it. I've long forgotten what it felt like to have something—anything worthy of pride and a sense of achievement. “True hope... is swift." "True hope is swift... and flies with swallow's wings. Kings it makes gods and meaner creatures kings." What is hope?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets