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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
FLAVOR OF AN EXQUISITE WOMAN
'An exquisite woman is not one who has the most men at her feet, but rather one who has only one who makes her truly happy.
Gustavo SanchezPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBEER
In golden halls where laughter gleams, Amidst the chatter, dreams, and schemes, There sits a drink, revered and dear, A brew that holds both joy and cheer.
Aifuwa EmmanuelPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIn Golden Hush,
In golden hush, a jaguar paints dawn's silence, wild heartbeat awakes.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsOur Final Goodbye
The dark room holds no promises, and I give myself over to the unknown. I am unsure if this is poison or merely a cautionary fib.
House SeptemberPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFresh Seed
Four mice, already, buried in the dirt. Only the cat and wild things should know what it is to hold a warm kill. If we just stopped killing things for a few minutes, or even a day.
Philip CanterburyPublished 3 months ago in Poetswater
water, scalding water on my skin. your lips burn like a thousand flames. tiny beads drop into oceans of sweat.
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsStarved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe beauty of the night cut out reality life
The beauty of the night there is nothing better than the darkness of poetic touch in the evening walk alone in the park isn't this loneliness all that I wanted for all these months next to the others loudly noise isn't that dark deep depth all that I wanted to dive in tonight might be yes
Lucy, In the Sky with Diamonds Pt. 1
To my Lucy... Living Room * Rob, A vain young gentleman Lucy, Rob’s lover Zephyr, God of the west wind, bringer of spring and blossom
An Omnibus of Thoughts
With withered leaves I weave my boat and seemingly float it on the vast I know not how to swim , ‘coz they know not how to cast
Madhu GotetiPublished 3 months ago in PoetsNature of time (Inspired by Marvel's What If...?)
Disclaimer: This episode (Season 1 Episode 4) of Marvel's What If...? aired years ago, I'm only posting this now because it's in my poetry repository. For those of you who are fans of the character, click here to get some Strange Supreme merch!