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

My Soul
My soul went too deep... I felt more empty inside- -than my own shadow...
By Meghan LeVaughn about 2 hours ago in Poets
Lord & God
Wonderful things planned long ago From the beginning, a continuous ebb and flow I will exhaust you and honor your will Taking my cup and taking my fill
By J. K. Andersonabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Sing, Inspire, Ascend
Drink to Get Drunk, The Other Side, Flirt. Could I Take It to Heart, Little Man? Healing Is Difficult. I'm Not Important to You, Sober and Unkissed,
By Andreas Sjögrenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Gaslighting the gaslighting the gaslighting
I’m beyond furious but I must pretend I have no mouth and I cannot speak I have chosen to stay with the person that ripped apart my heart, ripped up my face, ripped up my hair, torn through my skin
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Orally I'm Going To Speak At Three (3) A.M. Every Morning - I Want You To Respond - Say Amen
The areas in which I'm able to meditate sends a message through my spine as if the cool wind bounces over the wonders of our mind !?
By 365poetryabout 13 hours ago in Poets
I Was Thinking, I Am Not Well ! I Was Thinking, The "Boogie Man" Will Need My Name - But I Am Thinking
So when I was growing up, I learnt that clothes and shoes wasn't important!? When I was growing up, I learnt that outside was just as cold as the inside, and to have someone care enough was a hard thing to do !? I'm thinking, that having a person just say "I Love YOU" - means it, and thinks of themselves as extra - ordinary !? A thing high above the heavens and also beneath the Earth !? A place where it wouldn't start but end, a place where nothing can surpass - and nothing can over flow !? So when I was growing up, I learnt that clothes and shoes wasn't important!? But, I learnt !!! I'm thinking, that having a person just say "I Love YOU" - means it, and thinks of themselves as extra - ordinary... I'm thinking !!!
By 365poetryabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Covert
Covert, I cannot remember the exact feeling that overflowed my head when I read that verse It was a exhalation of something so hopeful
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Whispered Red
Whispered Red Whispered red descends, On the breath of morning’s chill, Gone before the sigh. ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ I watch it fall and wonder,
By Marie381Uk about 18 hours ago in Poets
Morning Inspiration.. AI-Generated.
The Morning the River Spoke Elias pulled the collar of his worn coat tighter around his neck and stepped out onto the back porch. The cold hit him immediately, a sharp, clean shock to the system that was far preferable to the stale heat of the small cabin he was renovating. He was a city planner from Boston, a man whose life was measured in square footage, zoning laws, and deadlines. He had come to this remote corner of the state for solitude, to escape the noise, but so far, he had only succeeded in bringing the noise with him. His mind was still a jumble of emails, permits, and the lingering sting of a project that had just fallen through.
By Crystal Sa day ago in Poets
I've Had A "Boy-friend" - And Guess What, He Likes A "Particular" Thinking - He Said We Have To Listen Music
The best lesson I will ever learn, is that life is filled with many obstacles !? Life is filled with many problems, and the hope is just to find the one person who understands who you are !? I've had 10 - billion partners - not really, but that's what I hoped for !! I hoped, that I was "that attractive", and you know well, Valentine's is important !? I didn't receive any chocolates, no dinner dates - not even the favourite nursery rhyme for back in 24 years ago !? But, anyway - enough about me !! I would just like to say !! The best lesson I will ever learn, is that life is filled with many obstacles !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
"Kandy"- Go....."es" To Work "Lyrics" - Sometimes, I Am Not Able To Know Where "I" Might End Up, I Know I Should, Don't "EYE"!?
I know it is normal for all of us to enjoy something we wished we knew how !? A spinal muscle, assuming this is the way we communicate !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The Veil That Chose
Sunlight gilded the frost like scattered emeralds, morning pretending innocence. A lone bird stitched sound into the silence
By Luna Vani2 days ago in Poets