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

RICH DAD Poor Dad (Book Summary)
There are two ways to live your life One is to work for money and survive The other is to make money work for you and thrive There are two kinds of dads in this world One is poor and follows the rules The other is rich and makes the rules There are two kinds of education in this world One is academic and teaches you to be an employee The other is financial and teaches you to be an entrepreneur There are two kinds of income in this world One is earned and taxed heavily The other is passive and taxed lightly There are two kinds of assets in this world One is a liability and drains your cash The other is an investment and generates your cash There are two kinds of mindsets in this world One is fearful and avoids risks The other is courageous and embraces risks There are two kinds of people in this world One is a rat and runs in the race The other is a cat and hunts for the cheese There are two kinds of futures in this world One is uncertain and depends on luck The other is certain and depends on skill
By Just Phemi 3 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Love. Content Warning.
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Intertwined Souls. Content Warning.
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds, In the tapestry of relationships, bold.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
The Green-Eyed Monster. Content Warning.
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Existential crisis of love
The existential threat of living every day creates plaguing conditional thoughts of why; when parts of you, you once loved have passed away. To grieve the loss of parts of yourself holds no promises of perfect healing. People may tell you to wait out the dark because light is inevitable like the rising of the sun but what they fail to say or remind you is that grieving the loss parts of you is gone and that you should try to love the broken pieces of what’s left.
By Cadma3 years ago in Poets
"Echoes Unveiled: A Poetic Odyssey of Ascent and Inversion"
In the quiet corners of the mind, where thoughts intertwine like vines, let us embark on a journey through the written tapestry of a unique poem. As the words unfold, explore the intricate dance between lines and verses, revealing a different meaning when read from bottom to top.
By sarmiix Wambui3 years ago in Poets
Birthing Stars
Birthing stars at night, cosmic brush strokes whisper light, creation's dance, bright.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
War & Peace
Peace At last, sirens called, Lured men. Bridges built Burned To the ground, Praying Kneeling, Need-less Wars ****
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
The Morning Paper
What is the morning paper now? Is there even an equivalent? People who still read it wonder how Its extinction became so imminent.
By Jordan Craft3 years ago in Poets
CAN’T COMPARE
Ramadan Is round the corner Feds came In & took the burner Wasn’t guilty yeah at all Cos I waited for the call At the time my whole demeanour
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
From Ashes to Embrace: A Love Reversed
In the gentle embrace of dawn, Love whispered secrets, soft and warm. Beneath the vast, starlit sky, Hearts entwined, you and I.
By Nurudeen Ademola Ojo 3 years ago in Poets
Pretty Ugly
I'm proud of being ugly So don't tell me that Being beautiful is everything But almost always, if not always There are other important characteristics
By Neil Marathe3 years ago in Poets