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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Through Forest
Through forest I roam, Whispering woods, miles unfurl, Nature's song whispers.
Printique StudiosPublished about 2 hours ago in Poetsstay
i can never make them stay. they are like orbits always in motion around me but never holding my hand. they are like shooting stars
Fantastic Experience About Walking In The Bank oF River During Sunset
The riverside is transformed into a canvas with the most gorgeous brushstrokes of nature's colour pallet as the golden tones of the setting sun gradually flow over the still waters. Every step you take on the velvety earth seems to be a whispered promise of peace, luring you into a world where time stands still and cares vanish into the dusk.
Nahid SultanaPublished about 5 hours ago in Poetsloving
loving you doesn’t feel like love in my empty bed. the night’s been cold since you left. it doesn’t get warmer you just get used to it.
She resists
A mom casts her goals into the ocean; we, the words sent bobbing in the direction of the sun, the eggs of stone,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsThe leathery lord
The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains, With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains. He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
mahmoud elsaadPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsDaisies
Daisies. A wonder to the eyes. The beauty of the earth. They blossom and grow and show signs of life. When the earth seems dead we begin to have hope.
Anthony TerryPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsA little poetry in the funs of german sandstorms
Hey everybody, my name is Chris, from germany so english is not my native language. I hope my stories never miss,
Christian MillerPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsRocky Jim and the Yellow Things
There was a stegosaurus His name was Rocky Jim He found it really tricky Each time he tried to swim Towards the ripe bananas
Tammy WakefordPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsCandy Love
I’m Feeling Shy Now And Beautiful, Butterflies Swarming In Circles Sweeping Me Off My Toes, I Feel Like I Was Shot By Cupid,
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published about 16 hours ago in PoetsT-Wreckx-n-Effect
Yo, I'm mother effing Tyrannosaurus Rex Just look at my sexy green scaly pecs The Laramidian mighty predator apex Tho' I got tiny brains, tiny hands
Paul StewartPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsA Tribute to Dinosaurs
In lands of old time, where murk moved, drifted a monster, compelling and transported. A critter of legend, of scale and bone,
Ahsan AhmadPublished about 18 hours ago in Poets