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

Illuminating Love’s Path
In twilight’s soft glow, hearts intertwine, A dance of light, where love ignites souls, Eyes speak secrets, whispered dreams bloom,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Riding the Wild
Dust rises behind, Hooves beat a steady rhythm, Mesquite shadows stretch, Through the wild and open land, Freedom in the rider’s heart.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Timeless Love
In the quiet dawn where shadows play, Our dreams awake as night turns to day. Your voice, a melody soft yet strong, Carries me through where I belong.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Beyond Strength: I Don't Want to be a "Strong Black Woman"
Beyond Strength I am a tapestry woven with threads of resilience, Yet I tire of the label, the weight of expectation, Of being the strong black woman,
By Edina Jackson-Yussif --personal growth 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Silence
Echoes of Silence The walls whisper secrets, a symphony of pain, Echoes of silence linger in the air. Bruises bloom like roses, petals of purple and blue,
By Edina Jackson-Yussif --personal growth 2 years ago in Poets
ruins
i hate that you dream without me. does the night whisper in your ear? i was quiet when you left not because i had nothing to say
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
BRUSH STROKES OF LOVE: A CHANCE ENCOUNTER
In the quaint, sunlit town of Maplewood, where cobblestone streets wove through charming cafes and flower-lined shops, lived Eleanor, a passionate artist with a love for painting landscapes. Her days were spent in a small studio overlooking a serene park, where the canvas of her life was colored by the changing seasons. Eleanor had always found solace in her art, but her heart ached for something more—a connection that felt as genuine as the beauty she captured on her canvases.
By RUMUMBA James2 years ago in Poets
for curiosity's sake
curiosity is my sake ever left, the right hand free little universal gifts every while if you kNow how to see for what you seek
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
ON THE LOW
Tell you what was deffo hard Had to really let It go…. Nowadays I’m getting smart Reading books like on the low…. Staying active do my part
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
"BRUISED AND FREE". Content Warning.
The bully of my family Is gone from my life. I look around to see you, But you are nowhere in sight. You left me bruised and in pain,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Black Silk
I want to be the poetess That leaves marks On your black silk heart And velvet words Tattooed on your mind But you keep
By Diana C.2 years ago in Poets
Meditate
Silence is simply mind-blowing In my own little world Leaving me to meditate Entering my freedom zone New again Counting on hope
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets