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

The Timeless Teapot
There you sit In quiet elegance In the most prominent of places, The center of the table And conversation Matriarch of the teacups
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
In Nature's Embrace
Amidst the emerald forest's gentle sway, Where sunlight weaves through leaves of jade, A symphony of life in each small fray,
By Kacem Moussi3 years ago in Poets
Untitled. Content Warning.
My heart big as fuck, I guess that’s just my luck. Too sweet turned into too mean Too loving turned into too hateful. I never could be in between,
By 🔮Naia Lyons 💕3 years ago in Poets
Cozy Hugs in a Cup
In the dawn's soft light, you wait for me, My trusty companion, so plain to see. With a handle so comforting, your shape so round,
By Adan3 years ago in Poets
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Pause the world when burdens weigh, To catch our breath, to find our way. In stillness, dreams may come alive, As we reflect, and hopes revive.
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
What Your Comments Do
immaterial touch edges of darkness climb back words across the sea.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Poets
The art that is called me. Content Warning.
I don’t need anyone I want to say sometimes people go But the truth is people always come and they always go To tell you the truth I don’t know which way to go
By 🔮Naia Lyons 💕3 years ago in Poets
Solo
I do this on and on and on. can’t remember the day that I was born. born with the devil’s scorn on my back. I was judged,
By 🔮Naia Lyons 💕3 years ago in Poets
Book of Blood
This is our book of blood We wish it was written in love We wish it was written in ink But it’s written in lives lost To the drink
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Eternal Serenade
In the bustling city of Harmonia, two strangers found themselves captivated by the mesmerizing sounds of the grand piano that echoed through the dimly lit streets every night. Amelia, a passionate violinist, would stand under the flickering streetlamp, her bow dancing across the strings, harmonizing with the mysterious pianist's melody. Little did she know, the pianist was Adrian, a reclusive composer who poured his heart into the piano keys, expressing emotions he couldn't put into words.
By Jasmina3 years ago in Poets
Creating a Botanical Garden on Canvas: Exploring Flower-Themed Paint by Numbers Kits
Paint by numbers has become a popular pastime that combines creativity and relaxation. All levels of artists feel drawn to a range of themes, from landscapes to animals. Among these, the beautiful world of flowers has a unique charm. The paint by numbers flowers kit is the focus of this article, with a special focus on Chrysanthemum, Zinnia, and botanical flowers.
By Paint by Numbers3 years ago in Poets
Venusian Shadow
There are things I wish I could change. I wish I could change my past, my hurt, my suffering. I wish I could change my smile, the way I laugh, the way I frown. To change my ego, my psyche and the way I think. To change: is it always good? The things I wish I could change have been chiseled into the fine marble of who I am. The things I can are what I haven’t released.
By Sofia Loren Perez3 years ago in Poets