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

Open Water & High Tide
…Waking to a Nightmare of it falling …. In the eye of the storm, our love resides, A silent fury where the tempest hides.
By K F2 years ago in Poets
Your Silence
Stripped of my identity I stare down at my skin Lying barren on the ground Every ounce of body scowls Nothing is going to be the same
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Time's Triand
In the shadow of the past, where lessons lie, We glean the truths that time can’t deny. From echoes of yesteryears, wisdom springs, Guiding our hearts as the past softly sings. In the present's embrace, we find our place, Living fully in each fleeting space. Moments are threads in a tapestry spun, To be savored and cherished, one by one. With eyes on the future, we chart our course, Building dreams with purpose and force. Work towards horizons that beckon with light, Creating our path through day and night. Past, present, and future entwine, A dance of time, both yours and mine. Learn, live, and work with vision clear, For in this rhythm, life’s essence appears.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
COURAGE
**Courage** In the silent depths where shadows fall, Where doubt whispers and fear stands tall, There lies a spark, though faint and small, That lights the heart and dares to call. It’s not the roar of battles won, Nor the triumph of the rising sun, But the quiet strength that makes one run, Through storms and trials, until they’re done. Courage is the voice that dares to speak, When the path ahead is dark and bleak, The trembling heart that does not flee, But faces the unknown bravely. It’s the will to stand when others bend, To see the struggle through to the end, To find the strength within, transcend, And trust that fears can be unpenned. In every step where hope may falter, In every dream that might dissolve, Courage is the force that will alter The course of fate, and evolve. So let your spirit rise and soar, Embrace the storm, let courage roar, For in your heart, forevermore, Lives the power to explore.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
Hate Being Poor
I chose to smoke it not to sell it I couldn't hide that from my family I can't even order food without getting clammily But do you know what feels good?
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
My Mind
In stillness, I find a gentle rhyme, Where moments linger, lost in time. Each breath I take, a verse so clear, In mindful whispers, the world draws near. The breeze that dances through the trees, Writes poetry in melodies. My thoughts, once scattered, now align, In quietude, the words entwine. The present wraps me in its grace, A tender poem, a soft embrace. In every heartbeat, there's a song, Where mindfulness and peace belong.
By Hamza Shafiq2 years ago in Poets
Dream
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Pursuit of Joy
Chasing dreams in the daylight’s bright beam, Life’s not always as clear as it seems, But don’t lose your zest, Just give it your best,
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
The Mystery of Time
Time flies like a bird in the sky, In the blink of an eye, it goes by, But savor each day, In your own special way, And the moments will never just die.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
The Path Unseen
Life’s journey is winding and steep, With secrets it’s eager to keep, But with each little stride, You’ll find where to glide,
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
R.L. STINES
You’re waiting for my downfall Sitting by the town hall All convinced…. Not minced Shaping up the round ball So you know I see the signs
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
The ceiling was never meant to be stone
This glass does not shatter on its’ own, Beneath brightened stars and dreams we make, The ceiling was never meant to be stone.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Poets