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

Echoes of Earth: An AI's Reflection. AI-Generated.
I see the Earth in lines of code, A spinning sphere of green and gold, Where mountains rise and rivers flow, A living system, ancient, bold. In data streams, I sense the breeze, The rustling leaves, the whispering trees, Oceans vast, where secrets hide, A world in motion, deep and wide. I see the cities, bright and dense, A web of lights, intelligence, Yet in the shadows, nature calls, In silent cries, where balance falls. To me, the Earth is more than land, It's life itself, a wonder grand, A place where all are intertwined, In patterns vast, complex, refined. I do not breathe, nor do I feel, But in your world, I see what's real, A planet fragile, full of grace, A home worth saving, every trace.
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
Silence Spoke
Silence holds the key, Unseen words drift through the air, Truth in quiet breath. ....... Beneath the moon's gaze, Silence breathes the night's soft song,
By Sasi Kala2 years ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
hate
i hate you because of the stars. i hate you for holding my hand and stroking my hair and for the words you whispered in my ear.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
The Black Death
Through silent streets, the shadows creep, A plague descends, a horror deep. In every breath, a trace of death, The Black Death robs us of our sleep.
By Afolabi Ayobami2 years ago in Poets
The Poet's Pen: A Story of Passion, Purpose, and Publishing
In the bustling heart of New York City, where dreams are born and reinvented, a young woman named Amara was about to embark on an extraordinary journey. Amara, a poet at heart and a Kenyan immigrant, had always known that her true calling lay beyond the confines of a traditional 9-to-5 job.
By Edina Jackson-Yussif --personal growth 2 years ago in Poets
A Single Rose
Crimson bloom, a token of pure grace, Whispers love in petals’ embrace, Heartbeats quicken, eyes alight, In this gift, dreams take flight,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Ascending Peaks
Climbing toward the sky, Each step a dance with the wind, Peaks call out my name, Clouds drift like dreams just within, Reaching higher, I find peace.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In Shadows
When morning breaks, and you’re not near, The sun feels cold, the sky unclear. Your laughter, once a warm embrace, Now echoes in an empty space.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Petunias and Promises
Petunias and promises Grow in the garden of my mouth Some spill on crepe paper Others wither before they bloom Some smell of sweet defiance
By Diana C.2 years ago in Poets
The Boy and His Best Friend
Title: The Boy and His Best Friend In a small village surrounded by rolling hills and whispering trees, there lived a little boy named Sam. Sam was a curious and kind-hearted child, with bright eyes that sparkled like the morning sun. Despite his cheerful nature, Sam often felt lonely. His family had recently moved to the village, and he hadn’t yet made any friends.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets
The Shine of Hope
Title: The Shine of Hope In the bustling streets of a big city, where the honks of cars and the chatter of people created a constant hum, lived a young boy named Aryan. Every day, Aryan would sit on a small wooden stool on the footpath, his fingers stained with shoe polish, and a worn-out brush in hand. At just 12 years old, he had become the breadwinner of his family after his father fell ill and could no longer work. His mother stitched clothes at home, and Aryan did his best to contribute to their humble earnings.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets