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

The Girl
~If it's not too much trouble, stand by listening to the sound while you read!!~ ~ ~ ~ At the point when she leaps off the rooftop
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
From collection: Moments of Wonder
1. In a hidden alley, Wonders bloom in secret space, Magic in heart. AI-generated image by the author 2. Moonlit cobblestones,
By Lynx👑2 years ago in Poets
Overload
Smells of sensual sensationalism surrounding my nose Tingling tastes of your embrace as my lips lock with yours Hearing the hum and pitter patter as your heart beats faster
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
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my spirit flows like liquid gold and the white waters that mirror the sky i am untethered like the dust of dandelions and dander
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
short of
stop short of the minority. no benefits on this fringe; the size of my sizzle alone is enough to stop short of me. stop short of an alien,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Even Here, Even Now. Runner-up in Sensational II Challenge.
Even as the solitary gull catches my eye, sailing through soft gray light beyond the third-floor window, Even while twelve dollars of beef and onion hoagie linger on my tongue, muted by the hard-to-swallow bitterness of an unpaid lunch break,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Elsinore's Shores
Willkommen, dames and gents. My name is Horace Arbogast, Elsinore, Utah’s eldest denizen. In 1840, a plague of near-Biblical proportions beset the Shelbyville to our Springfield: Iliff, Colorado. Weeks turned to months, the harvest moon drawing ever nearer. With the whole of their grape haul desiccated, Iliff sought to bleed our lifeblood, the River Sevier. Ah, but, “fall back” Daylight Saving Time hastened sunup, and their home-team beanies became homing beacons.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
The physics and linguistics of scaring a bird
I scared the bird that was looking for food, wings flapping around with fear He flew away, in a panic landed on a wire and chewed on it for relief
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Storm’s Fury
Storm’s Fury The sky grows dark, the winds arise, A whisper turned to roaring cries. Clouds collide, and thunder rolls, As lightning splits the heavens’ scrolls.
By Danny Prem kumar2 years ago in Poets
The Idea Of You
A gentle hand caresses an anxious back The aroma of our morning coffee lingers longer than the morning hours The flavors of your Chapstick…Nope that’s for me
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Regret
What was the need to send me to the world? When I was meant to be a matter of regret. I was always a failure as well as a loser,
By Nizam Uddin Apou2 years ago in Poets
A Rose That Blooms
A single rose, with petals soft as silk, Its fragrance whispers love without words, Crimson hues igniting the heart, A token of promises,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets