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

The Timeless Fragrance of Memory
In twilight’s soft air, Jasmine blooms with ancient grace, Whispers of the past, Each petal holds memories, Fragrant threads of love and hope.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Discovering Light in the Shadows
The stars were never meant to guide me home, But still, they flickered softly, leading on, Through paths I never thought my feet would roam—
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
When the wind blew
The wind blows the drone away from me so the conversation began and suddenly it all stopped because indeed the wind has blown something in the Autumn and brought a new crop to the thoughts lovely thoughts free thoughts liberated when they open always some kind of black-gray clouds blow them away but this time they have opened so wide so deep like a river in the infinity of goodwill sow crops for the health and love of the man who loves life from now on He will take care better for His and Her Health
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬 — 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦
I sit before the glow, a screen, a canvas, each pixel, a breath of life, waiting for my touch. The lines I write, small whispers in the dark,
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)2 years ago in Poets
Expose
I see the illusion with my physical eyes I hear false information I taste nothing but bland flavor of deception I smell the stench of multiple lies
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Poets
Rest or Roasting
Fans oscillating Sweat saturating silk sheets Free me from this heat
By The Shattered Poet2 years ago in Poets
Mastery
The whispers of echoed silence derived in wondrous delight, Amidst the prevailing, crisp smell of creative brilliance so right,
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Poets
Ghost Rider
Watching your wheel collide with the pothole Tires screeched swerving by your bag of bones Aromatic skin sizzled where you slid
By The Shattered Poet2 years ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Loc Love. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
While reviewing comments online, I came across a question about the significance of dreadlocks. What makes them so special? Inspired by this curiosity, I decided to craft a song celebrating the beautiful journey of locs.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
Picture
Looking At You, Open the gates of my senses I smell the fresh paint of a sexual atmosphere The taste of sweat is very salty to my tongue
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Poets
scratches in my mind - from apathy to dystrophy
a-path-y of mind if unchallenged, can lead to a-trophy of sense * Ent-ropy of sense unless addressed, can lead to dys-trophy of mind
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets