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

No Más Palabras
No Más Palabras Te vemos siempre. We see you always. Behind your disingenuous smiles and laughter, we see the webs you have spun.
By H. J. Levon3 years ago in Poets
War of the Minds
The Mind of Innocence was sheltered in the wings of the straight path, the right path. She built a world in which her cities stood on the foundations of stone. Her walls remained a fortified haven, protecting her people from chaos and uncertainty. She was a controller, the one who saw only what she wanted to see. Sitting high atop the mountains, she was far removed from any dangers or doubts of the outside world. Security and ease were her people's birthright and all is well within her domesticated reality.
By H. J. Levon3 years ago in Poets
Made up
The sky is pink and sweet Is it all made up for us? Lightless dark street As we two walk with Happiness Beauty ain't make up
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The Analytical Harmonizer"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge close at hand,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The True Virtuoso"
With keenest eye the world I do dissect, A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield, Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
In Twilight's Embrace
In twilight's embrace, Whispers of the forest sing, Soul's journey takes flight.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
The flowers who want bees and the bees who want flowers
If flowers need bees, If bees need flowers, Does the love we cultivate nourish our relationships? The world must be that imbalanced,
By Kodah3 years ago in Poets
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Back To Real Life? Some Have Other Ideas
Wheels touch down; you’re back home, refreshed. Train glides in; you step to the platform. Car pulls in ; you unload from the road trip.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!3 years ago in Poets
The lion and the fox
In the heart of the wild, where the tall grasses grow,There lived a lion, proud and strong, with a mane aglow.He roamed the savannah, the king of all he surveyed,Feared by all creatures, his power never swayed.One day, a fox came trotting by, sleek and wise,With cunning eyes and a sly grin, she did devise.She saw the lion, mighty and grand,And knew she must tread carefully in his land.The lion saw her approach, with caution in her gait,And with a roar, he demanded to know her fate.The fox bowed low, her tail tucked in submission,And spoke with honeyed words, no hint of suspicion."I come in peace, oh noble king,I seek only to offer you my cunning."The lion raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her boldness,And listened as she spun tales of cleverness.Impressed by her wit and charm so bright,The lion agreed to let her stay in his sight.
By “M”3 years ago in Poets
If They Could Speak
If animals speak, Would everyone's troubles grow small? Or would we spiral, Into a forbidden chaos? ----- ------- -----
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
Eternal Radiance : BTS
In the realm where dreams take flight, There shines a beacon, burning bright. Seven stars in the sky above, Guiding hearts with boundless love.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar3 years ago in Poets