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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Mythical World of Formula Poemosaurus-Rex
In the vast landscape of literary imagination and racing exhilaration, the mythical creature known as Formula Poemosaurus-Rex reigns supreme. This fantastical fusion of a high-speed racing dinosaur and a poetic virtuoso captures the hearts and minds of both racing enthusiasts and literary aficionados. Combining the raw power and agility of a prehistoric predator with the eloquence and rhythm of a seasoned poet, the Formula Poemosaurus-Rex is a symbol of harmony between seemingly disparate worlds.
By love story2 years ago in Poets
Fresh heaven stuck in a private hell
The tempestuous younger sister, had a penchant for true crimeshe lingered over sordid details of past gruesome murderBut found themSo boring.She found a rat to serve her older sister as stew a drink of sewer, a toast will do‘Why did she shimmer brighter than I?IWasThe RealStar.’Her brain hit heavy clankings of the painful sea, so dark, so cold, so dreadfulIt left a scar of misery deep in her raw and twisted heart, so devastating it killed her fearit killed her fear,Now she had nothing to lose:she served her sister a dead parakeet Her pet, her last love, her special treatshe purged out her guts as her heart stoppedThe three agonizing seconds before her soul left her earthly framework She lifted the ceramic bowl, the bowl she had asked her sister to refill with cool water every nightAnd it spilled over her face, live with worms and crawdadsWarm, gooey, terrifying But with her last frightening breath, she left her eyes open in an accusatory stare Her mouth twisted in a evil glare, a smile so defiant The youngest screamed in a faint, A true horror story A pixie spirit with engorged cheeksSang themBoth into a etheral promise of heaven,As they faded into red, red, pinkThe faded hell that drank in their fears like honey to a beeOne eyes open to the truthAnother closed in agony.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
