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

Guiding Light
Across the night sky, A star journeys far and wide, Dreams in its soft glow. Mountains, rivers, forests sigh, Guided by its gentle light.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
A Symphony of Light
When dawn’s first light dances through the trees, The river wakes, singing dreams anew. Barefoot wanderer, feeling earth’s tender hold,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Moissanite Necklaces: Shimmering Elegance with a Conscience
Moissanite necklaces have swiftly risen in popularity as a stunning alternative to traditional diamonds, offering not only exceptional beauty but also a clear ethical advantage. Created through innovative laboratory processes, moissanite stones possess a brilliance and fire that rivals natural diamonds, making them a captivating choice for jewelry connoisseurs.
By Neeraj Mehta2 years ago in Poets
The Rifle That Never Shot
Troops sent to destroy the disorder Brought on by the trotting of tribes Distinguishable by the kind of insanity Each one of them could potentially commit.
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
A misfit design
Consider me your least favorite clothing item worn out in your wardrobe The only time you put me on is when you create a facade of lost hope Drenched with darkness from your mind for how you think of me My eyes a window to my soul The silence liberates the atmosphere for we cannot afford to wake up demons we've put to bed The clock on the wall rotates Anti-clockwise, because we live reality in the past Unforseen sequential patterns of thought occur, reshaping the perceptions we have of ourselves within We start to view ourselves from a third person perspective, for how we tell a narrative without the inclusion of our faults Persueing the masses to our favored judgement How was the end become a plot with us starring as guest characters Every memory of us like a fatal accident, certainly has led to the death of my heart Wandering the after-life of a love vendetta More souls seem lost in a villainous conscious Being led by pain, their context of grieve highlights a file line of dying sane Living the present moment only to have an alterior motive to being absent in our past-scripted dialogues So identical in bondage of our minds it feels like this pain was self-inflicted I am my own mirror victim An author of a story with words I trail down to the depths our their convention The very same words I've said to you containing empty spaces of completion
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
Dancing Away Sorrow
Sorrow is only something we borrow, when our hearts are battered, when love has forsaken us, but it’s best to dance away the sorrow.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
Age of Robotics
I guess it must have been A sort of factory fault... But she looked into his eyes And she could see through His mechanical cliche
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
Love Monsters II
I wish I knew more… I wish I desired less Of the drama And more of the care, The love and respect. I was the man in your life,
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
OFF THE RECORD 6
Listen man what are you doing? Nothing but the chaos brewing Family you’ll leave behind Need remote to press rewind Broken pieces you know knowing
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Deception
I wince at the pain of remembrance For the pride is here still after the fall I try my best to instill temperance Yet each passing day leads the call
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
bottomless
i woke up this morning searching for you reaching across an expanse of sheets towards your outline that i learned too quickly was an illusion
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets
Stars
as I lay back and stare at the sky I dream of a heart that beats with mine watching the stars come out at night knowing the sun still shares its light.
By Test2 years ago in Poets