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

We Are Not the Same
None of us We are not the same But we all feel pain We all feel pain Born to be different Unique in every way But we all feel pain
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Midnight Dreary
The other night, while rummaging through my archives, I came across a plastic bag filled with poems I wrote in 1967 and the years that followed. My father had saved them for decades, every page and every version of the girl I once was.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
The Life I Didn’t Choose
The Life I Didn’t Choose I thought a ring would quiet the noise in my chest, That standing beside you would feel like coming home,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Where the Roses Hold
Where the Roses Hold Roses climb where shadows fall, Soft and fierce against it all, Petals bloom in burning red, Over words we never said.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Current Situation
The age of reason lies far behind us Stupidity rules today The wise men and geniuses have vanished Replaced by the fool’s arrogant way
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Oh flower
Oh flower, do not wither away The soft petals crease my face A fragrance fills my lungs Plant your seeds in my lungs instead
By Roody6 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Watcher
The Quiet Watcher A steady gaze, a quiet flame, No need for words, no need for name, The forest lives behind those eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
We fight
We fight, we win We fight, we lose We fight for our country Our red, white and blue And sadly there are those; Who die for it too
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets
Boots in Rhythm
Boots in Rhythm A hat sits proud with curved brim wide, Boots stand firm with steady stride, Roses bloom in colours bright,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Held in the Dream Catcher
Held in the Dream Catcher A dream catcher hangs in silent night, Threads of colour, drawn in tight, Feathers fall like whispered prayer,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Odysseus' Lesser-Known Story that Will Break Your Heart Apart
What if the only one who still recognised you after 20 years was dying on a pile of garbage? This is Odysseus, finally home after 20 years of war and wandering. He's disguised himself as a beggar because his palace is crawling with men trying to marry his wife and steal his kingdom. Nobody can know he's back. Not yet.
By Rene Volpi 6 months ago in Poets
Amen
As I sit here listening to these walls speak. I hear a door squeak And out of the darkness comes a Man pale and thinned, cobwebs in hair,
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets