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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
~Man Of My Morning Glory!~
February 2nd, 2024! ~ Man of My Morning Glory!~
Jennifer CooleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMasquerade
You will always find an evil with the wrong company masked as friends. Worst when it’s lovers.
Day SibleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSoft Hues Paint the Sky
Soft hues paint the sky, Winged melodies awaken, Dreams dance on sunlight
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
She cries in her dream of forest
~ She wishes not to wake up. Not to wake up from this lucid dream where the sounds of her own private wars are echoing the battles of men before her and near her.
Spin Me Round Slowly
spin me round slowly, as the sun goes down, kiss me ever so gently, beneath the light of the full moon, sing to me ever so softly,
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 3 months ago in PoetsHues in You
In the realm of beauty, you stand, Papier-mâché canvas in my hand. A crave for blue, a hue profound, As your petals, beauty unbound.
T. E. DoorPublished 3 months ago in PoetsGarmentory
Alaïa accentuates the amorous arrangement of female anatomy, Burberry blueprints britches for bleak Basingstoke weather,
Angalee FernandoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAre you sad?
Good-bye to misery, Good-bye to misery, Let happy to address you, When your friend scolds you, Pick the good words in his euphony,
Esala GunathilakePublished 3 months ago in PoetsStrange Wanderers
Two lost souls Having lost all control Tugging on one another Tethered together by wonder Loss Betrayal Of the heart
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in Poets"Reason's Revival: Navigating the Social Landscape of Thought in a Hyperconnected World"
Where does your consciousness reside? Is it confined within the confines of your skull? I mean, that's where your brain is located — and your brain engages in the intricate processes of memory, planning, judgment, and problem-solving. However, consider this: you also recall and plan using external tools, objects like these and that. Problem-solving and judgment involve a myriad of external factors as well. Upon reflection, you realize that while the brain is essentially a wet mass of fat and protein, no more substantial than a block of tofu, the MIND is something far more expansive. It's an ever-expanding entity composed of not just organic tissue but also elements of wood, stone, steel, and the collective consciousness of people. Thanks to communication, we can even extend our minds to others, making them extensions of our cognitive abilities. By merely asking, we tap into their memories, perceptions, and knowledge. No need for me to become an expert in car repair, medical practice, rubber vulcanization, or omniscience — others handle that for me, just as I contribute to their knowledge pool. We are a species of individuals intertwined in a colossal, interdependent organism, a frenzied blend of flesh and concrete, a 'techno sapien' fueled by imagination and passion actualized through the esteemed faculty known as REASON.
Cupid shot me
In the vast night sky, a star shone, Cupid, with his bow, granted me eternal love. His arrows, like dreams, sank into my heart,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 3 months ago in PoetsYour 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.