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

Broken Tree
Stand still please, look and see, the magic, and wonder of my broken knee. ... Did I say knee, I meant to say tree. Its rings, a gateway to its soul.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
In The Depth of Night
In the depth of night, when stars do shine, A heart in ache, a soul in pain, Alone in darkness, no light to find, Tears fall like rain, no end in sight.
By Sharp Aim2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Love's Sacrifice
Ode to Love's Sacrifice Oh love, sweet and divine A force that makes hearts align But often it demands a toll A sacrifice that pierces the soul
By Sharp Aim2 years ago in Poets
Love's Poems . AI-Generated.
Love's Sweet Symphony In the realm of love, my heart does roam, A poem of affection, I shall compose. With words that dance and emotions that flow,
By Isaac Shapi2 years ago in Poets
Exploring the World of Food
Food is more than sustenance; it is a universal language that speaks to our senses, culture, and history. Whether you are a culinary enthusiast or simply enjoy a good meal, the diversity of flavors and traditions found in cuisines around the world offers a tantalizing journey for the palate. Join me as we embark on an exploration of the rich tapestry that is food.
By Beauty Lovery2 years ago in Poets
She is the epitome of poetry
This poem has not mastered herself in literature, Neither has read many grammar textbooks. She doesn’t know how she looks.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A Lifetime of Joy
In the garden of life, Love blooms in laughter's embrace, A lifetime of joy.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Melodies
In the realm of hearts' delight, A symphony of love takes flight. Beneath the stars, a dance so pure, Emotions stirring, a love secure.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Dreamy Nocturnal Whispers
Sometimes, clouds at night take the shape of crocodiles or perhaps a dragon visiting the sky once again. It calls my name aloud into the night, fading away into a dream, diving back into its airy essence and droplets of water, vanishing with each thought.
By Faheem2 years ago in Poets
your love
Your Love The feeling of your love, Is a special thirst in life. Close to the heart, it settled in the soul, A beautiful melody in my dreams.
By ayesha nadeem2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Time
Voice 1: In the quiet of night, I hear your whispers, Echoes of memories, soft as a sigh. Voice 2: Do you remember our walks under moonlight?
By eBook Basket2 years ago in Poets
Maybe I've grown up.
Maybe I've grown up. I am less angry and have become more scared. Although I care about right and wrong, Now I have started keeping quiet. Maybe I've grown up. After all, I am human. I laugh with everyone, but cry alone. Maybe I've grown up. The road is long, and there are also shadows of dense trees. But now I don't stop; I just keep moving. Maybe I have grown up.
By Arup Srivastava 2 years ago in Poets