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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Music Tension
The beautiful melody that's sung by the choir The notes strung together by the voice of the piano The harmonies keep growing and blending together
Anthony TerryPublished 3 months ago in PoetsCandlelit Serenade🪔
Candlelit Serenade: A heartfelt romantic melody crafted and composed exclusively for you ❤️ Embark on a journey illuminated by its romantic enchanting tunes & lyrics🪔
Tanz ProductionsPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
Top Story
Top story Oh what a glory To wake up and see You’ve beat an untold number of contenders today Oh hooray What a wonderful day
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in Poets 1100 S.
1100 S. Venice is beautiful. Not unlike a late blooming rose so often misunderstood. Life surges behind eclectic rock and molded metal.
Amanda ReifertPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPsychoneurosis
Psychoneurosis Take me on a journey away from Dear Vincent with his soft hair and starry nights. I hate them. Darkness makes it impossible to see
Amanda ReifertPublished 3 months ago in PoetsCorporate Bullshit
The corporate structure a city with rules of its own.. Company policies serve as the commandments to the foundations of stress.
Armand SlayerPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWhispers Among the Stars: A Fairy's Tale of Love and Loss
In the boundless expanse of the night sky, where stars dance in celestial ballet and galaxies spin tales of cosmic wonder, lies a realm unseen by mortal eyes – a magical world where fairies flit among the constellations, their delicate wings shimmering with the light of a thousand stars.
Christopher EzehPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLAST BREATHE
In the quiet hush of the night's embrace, "LAST BREATHE," our wild race. With hearts ablaze, we dance in the fire, In life's madness, our souls aspire.
Sher singhPublished 3 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Time
In shadows deep, where whispers lie, The echoes of time, a silent cry. A silent cry, a time of echoes, Where lies whisper in shadows deep.
StoryholicFindsPublished 3 months ago in Poets~ I just Do!~
~ I just Do!~ No matter where you are No matter where I am too, You are a part of me And I am a part of you! I just love you
Jennifer CooleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAmidst Winter's Breath
Amidst winter's breath, Whispers of tales take their flight, Nature's embrace warms.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIf my loneliness could speak
If my loneliness could speak, I would shout at you about how much you miss me here, I would tell you that I miss you, that I want you like you have never imagined.
Gustavo SanchezPublished 3 months ago in Poets