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

My Acrostic Poem
My heart has always been so strong, loved, and worthy.. Everyday, no matter what it is, each emotion I have were—- Gone very intensely. I don’t know why? I don’t know—-
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
Painting of Solitude
In the painting of solitude, tears fall, Forgotten verses, where the soul faints. In the twilight, silence dances alone, And sadness weaves its own plot.
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
Melancholic Night
In the dimness of abandonment, where hope fades, The tears of the moon fall, intertwined with sadness. The cold heart throbs, echoing loneliness,
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
Forgotten Verses
In nightly whispers, where the echo weeps, Forgotten verses, in lingering tears it seeps. Portrait of loneliness, canvas of longing,
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
You-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Song of Silence
In the nightly silence, echoes the song, From the profound emptiness, where loneliness Weaves sad verses, in the chilly twilight,
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
Dance of Shadows
In the twilight's penumbra, shadows dance, A silent melody where loneliness advances. Stars witness the dance of abandonment,
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
The Reckoning.
The reckoning. Revenge in its entirety, sharpens the edge of enmity, Atrocious in its nurture, harrowing its existence under the breaths of animosity.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Chronicles of Full Time: A Symphony of Moments
In the realm where minutes weave their tapestry, A symphony of moments, a dance of destiny. Full Time, the master of the cosmic clock,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Embers of Growth
Welcome or welcome back, dear readers. I sincerely hope you find yourself in good health as we step into this New Year. Let's collectively embrace a fresh start, bidding farewell to the echoes of the past. Within the confines of my space, I extend an invitation for you to join me on this new journey. Through the art of poetry, I aspire to share the depths of my thoughts and emotions. May these words resonate with your hearts, creating a connection that transcends the boundaries of the written page. Here's to a year filled with new perspectives, shared moments, and the enduring power of the written word.
By simran sadangi3 years ago in Poets
Fire With The Wind. Content Warning.
The mystery of desire pulses deep within the caves of the womb and the journey of the tunnel. The darkness of the womb captures the heat and moisture of the tight and tender walls that hide the sensations pulsating within the clitoris to send peculiar waves of eroticism throughout the lips and feathering hairs of the vagina
By I AM3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the Sky's Warm Gaze
Beneath the sun's warm kiss, Faces bloom, a lively bliss, Dreams weave a silken tale, Hearts entwine, a unity unveiled, Endless paths, embracing every twist.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets