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

Memories Like Mist
Memories like mist, drifting before my eyes, Like a thin fog lingering, enveloping my heart. As time passes, emotions fade away,
By Reynol Brennan3 years ago in Poets
A road of illusion
Applaud the privileged Who usher large crowds Follow the rich Who’s money leads us down A meandering road of illusion Smile for the funny
By P.A. Wilkinson3 years ago in Poets
Exploring the Beauty and Power of Art and Literature
At the crossroads of time, I stroll, Exploring the depth and pride of culture. Amidst the vast universe, I listen to the call and melody of the soul.
By Reynol Brennan3 years ago in Poets
She Is Me
You are the sunflowers without the weeds, The kernels without the seeds, The land with all the mass and a treasure that is everlastingly bountiful.
By Charelle Landers3 years ago in Poets
#1 Break Free . Content Warning.
My body is made of muscles yet it can’t endure the weight It gets heavier while I evolve- You know a sunflower stuck in a cage unable to reach the sky
By RedHaze3 years ago in Poets
COMMON SENSE
Common sense what Is sense? If they had It no nonsense If they don’t blank blank…. Cannot teach them their expense But It’s cool It’s up to those
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Am(Eric)an Jay - Eye Of The Storm #wegotnext Movement
Lyrics: You’re born you change Enter the price for fame you dirty up your gains But keep your tones all clean Expansive vocal range
By Uncut Book Pages3 years ago in Poets
The Pollen of Inspiration
Their chaos Is to our creation Many thanks to the bees Pollen of inspiration To the psyche of suppression Hidden desires pack a punch
By M3 years ago in Poets
Stay a little longer
Stay A little longer smile a little stronger We were just eight not knowing what was right I saw your face in the torchlight
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
liminal mastery
cardinal certainties, a single plurality of it all; birds-eye advantage, manufacturer the combustible, inflammatory gas prices
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Multiverse
Whispers of the Multiverse In the silence, we hear whispers of the multiverse, Secrets of galaxies, in the universe's vast traverse. Cosmic tales untold, in the void they weave, Whispers of the multiverse, in our souls, they leave. Across dimensions, echoes of life's grand scheme, Infinite stories, like a vivid, cosmic dream. Whispers of the multiverse, they gently entwine, In our journey through time, a tapestry divine.
By Diego Arroyo (Universe)3 years ago in Poets
Missed Connection (in Dreamland)
In early August, I dreamt of us coming home together late at night. We might’ve been a little drunk or a little stoned, sharing a playful and flirty energy as we walked.
By Rooney Morgan3 years ago in Poets