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

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Women are Queens I need to write this letter, this article, this prose, this song, this poem to create and share ideas or opinions from my brain or your brain of another human being in our climate of hate vs love and hope vs despair.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
hopeless pouring
Love gets left behind again As we lose ourselves To where we’ve been Like an empty well But we can't hope For more this time
By jcpoetry2 years ago in Poets
Precious Gift
Precious Gift In the stillness of a moment, A gift is born, more precious than gold. Not wrapped in paper or tied with bows,
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets
The One Pen
The One Pen In my hand, a single pen, A humble tool, yet now and then, It breathes life on a blank page, A quiet voice, a silent sage.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets
Whiskers, the Innocent Cat Poet
The Innocent Cat Poet In a quiet corner of the old bookstore, under the golden light of a dusty lamp, sat a cat named Whiskers. Unlike other cats, Whiskers had a peculiar passion: poetry. His fur, a patchwork of silver and white, shimmered as he scribbled with his tiny paw, dipping it delicately into an inkwell. Each day, he crafted verses filled with wonder and simplicity.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets
CAN’T BE LACKING
Can’t be lacking all the time Even when I write my rhyme All these whispers In my head now…. Tryna take me out the line Got my faith I’m doing fine
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Rising Rose
I fall. I’ll rise again. Even I fall again, I remember that, Leaves weather, As the autumns arrive, Before the branch of leave,
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
Always
In every breath, I find you once more, Destined hearts, beating as before, Hand in hand, through life’s winding path, A bond unspoken, yet vast,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Nature’s Symphony
Wind whispers through pines, A melody soft, profound, Echoes in my heart, Carried on the wings of night, Nature’s song of pure delight.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Footsteps
In the dance of days that flow and twine, I walk through echoes of a path divine. Each step a brushstroke on life’s grand page,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Flowers on Road
Along the path where no one goes, Where dust and wind forever blows, A little bloom, so bright, so fair, Sprouted gently, unaware.
By zizoo2 years ago in Poets
In the House of Shadows
In the house of shadows where the air hung thick, With the scent of decay, of dreams turned to ash, I dwelled in the corners where light dared not tread,
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets