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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Your Sound
In whispers of the night, I hear your call, A haunting melody that fills my soul, In dreams, we dance beneath the moonlit hall.
Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes… What are you? What makes you… you? * Again, close your eyes Take a deep breath What do you see? I know it’s dark
My Crazy Little Moe
Oh to my crazy little cat Moe, You pop in at times like freshly fallen snow. Always seeking a little bit of excitement, As if your goal is to give me enlightenment.
Toby HewardPublished 3 months ago in PoetsStruggle or Peace?
As the dark dungeons await By the light, carrying a bait Coveted for a hidden treasure Dreamers make their measure Earnest for the flowers that bloom
Stubborn Joshua
Strong with no water, Inching through each scorching day, A stubborn green mule.
Toby HewardPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Gateway to Rome
A gateway to Rome I need to go home A place with no test My soul needs rest Away from the hustle My dungeons with no bustle
Time is never passing the same way
Time is never passing the same way You can quickly embrace Yourself with everything that You really do practice and can Time is never asking You for a plan
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An Autumn Better than Spring
In the breeze quite calm Like a touch, a soothing balm The wind whispers, as it has to go somewhere Tell it to stop, as there is nowhere
I Saw You On Silver Screen
“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all” -- - The Emperor, Mulan (1998)
If I could be that 🤗
The cruel thrones, Around us, Are always sharpened, And are ready to pierce us, If they try to pierce, Don't hit back the throne,
Esala GunathilakePublished 3 months ago in Poets"Harmony's Anthem: A Plea Against War"
Amidst chaos, echoes of peace plea, Bridges of understanding, let them be. Cry of compassion drowns the cannons' roar, Doves of hope soar, war's grip to abhor.
Joseph AragbaiyePublished 3 months ago in Poets