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

In the Garden of Dreams
In the garden where colours bloom, Brushstrokes dance in soft perfume. Whispers of the leaves in flight, Sketch the canvas of the night.
By ANFAS2 years ago in Poets
From Whispered Grief to Eruptive Memory
a tempest won't rip through the streets of your town neither will the rain pelt the surface of the earth more or less than it did the day before or will
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Nimai's Temple
In a small village nestled among the lush green fields of Bengal, lived a young boy named Nimai. His world was simple, confined to the narrow paths winding through the paddy fields, the dense bamboo groves, and the occasional banyan tree where the village elders gathered to discuss everything from the upcoming harvest to tales of the supernatural.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
Regret
Regret was a weight that did grow, From seeds that were planted long ago. Choices once made, Now in shadows stayed, And haunted the mind with their woe.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
Heartbreak
There once was a heart split in pain, Where love left a lingering stain. Each beat felt the tear, Of a dream laid bare, As it danced in the cold, bitter rain.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
Loneliness
In a room where the silence would creep, Loneliness lulled the heart to weep. With shadows as friends, And no love to mend,
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
Loss of a Loved One
There once was a heart torn in two, By a loss that the soul deeply knew. Though the tears often fall, Fond memories still call,
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
"He did not become a stranger, I turned him into a poem"
“When a poet falls in love with you, you can never die” is like a line straight out of a romantic novel. When poets fall in love, they don’t just write about a person — they immortalize them.
By Veronica Smith2 years ago in Poets
Twilight Serenade
Beneath stars that dance in endless skies, Saturday nights where love never dies, Hearts entwine in rhythm’s sway, Whispers guide us, we play,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Guiding Light
Star bright in night’s sky, Guiding dreams through velvet dark, Whispers of the past. Nature’s lantern lights the way, Hope ignites with every spark.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Where the Earth Sings
In the hush of dawn’s embrace, The world awakes with gentle grace, The earth beneath, a breathing song, Where every moment feels lifelong.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In a relationship, it's not your job
e - To convince someone to choose you, to treat you well, or to stay. - To edit yourself in order to match your partner's expectations.
By Shashna2 years ago in Poets