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

Divine Growth
If you couldn’t tell, I love playing around with form in my poetry. I’m a mathematician and scientist at heart, and I get inspiration from the strangest places.
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic3 years ago in Poets
Searching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Mick's Cog
Introduction This is Mick's Facebook page I saw the big cog that his wife got him for his birthday and thought maybe it deserved a poem. The metal cogs, gears, and chains that are part of Mick's art and exhibitions depend on repetition so I think the correct format for this is a villanelle, and though it's nothing to do with mechanics I thought "Big Wedge" by Fish was an appropriate tune to accompany this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Famished Dreams
In the echoes of desire, I crave for more, Yearning whispers call encore . Within this chest, where a heart should beat,
By Rudolph Lingens3 years ago in Poets
Dark Side Of Love
In the fiery depths of Hell, there lived a man named Lucius. Unlike the demons and malevolent entities that surrounded him, Lucius had a soul that yearned for redemption. He longed for a chance to break free from the chains of damnation and find a glimmer of light in the darkness that engulfed his existence.
By Scott Lewis3 years ago in Poets
Dear, Katt Williams
I don't think Shannon Sharpe could even begin to imagine what was about to go down on his podcast, "Club Shay Shay," when Katt Williams sat down. Sure, they probably talked before the cameras started rolling, did the typical dos and don'ts, checked in on each other's health, and maybe even went over a few of the questions. But when the cameras started rolling, Katt Williams began to go off.
By Samuel 3 years ago in Poets
Breeze Cradles with Grace
Breeze cradles with grace, Nature whispers in the trees. Stars waltz in night's ballet, Dreams alight the Milky Way, Hope blooms in the dark's embrace.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Chilled Chuckles
In this frosty realm where snowflakes twirl, A tale unfolds of a winterworld. Bundled in layers, we brave the cold, With laughter as our armor, stories to be told.
By The PenPal3 years ago in Poets
The City of Love
Where the youth ages in the spirits of eternity, Grows in the specter of fondness that never dies, The aspect of beauty cannot keep its lustrous eyes.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Young & Needed & Held & In Love
Do you care? Tell me, please, do you truly, Truly care as you hold me tight? Do my eyes make you stop in your tracks? Like how your wide brown eyes
By Madison B. 3 years ago in Poets
Love Over Conformity
I speak of authenticity constantly. My faith has shown me what true self-love is. I have learned to let go of who I love.
By Justin Higgins3 years ago in Poets
FREESTYLE
What don’t kill you make you better No matter what the weather I’ve been grinding I’ve been finding…. All the ways I write my letter
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets