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

A Letter to My Other Self & How Music Is Essential
Do you remember that feeling when you put on your headphones, press play, and the whole world disappears? I do. Life is tough, it is. And I’ve decided to start a series of blog posts related to music, starting with a poem that expresses my feelings about the topic:
By 1 9 9 77 years ago in Poets
The Flask, Mask, and Frame
She had this beautiful glass frame Looked through it every day Felt its imperfections they were perfect to her Intriguing one of a kind
By Sand 7 years ago in Poets
If Only Just to Be Forever Free
There once was a little pearly girly with a pretty pearly grin. She swished so sleekly sweet when she walked that many swore that... why... surely she could never sin! But one warm day when the wind puffed enough to make a great snake spin a sightly spin, that little girl decided to just up and disappear for quite a long while, only to return again with just her darling little pearly grin.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless7 years ago in Poets
Song of Mr. Doolittle
Well I, I walked down town to the bow-tick store, just to see what I could buy, they had harlebusque, knives, quilts, grain, and more,
By H.L. Dowless Dowless7 years ago in Poets
Poetrees
I have so many dreams, it's hard to go to sleep cus I'm afraid they might come out and find me Like why haven't you made us real yet?
By Flor Bolanos7 years ago in Poets
Holi
Festivities bring joy in life, Holi is an auspicious occasion, There are myriad shades and tones in legends of Holi, A strong Belief,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
Seppuku
NEVER DARED... TIS OUR FINAL HOUR TWOULD SEEM.. ETERNAL TWILIGHT TWIXT KISSES NOT TO BE.. FINGERTIPS ALL TOO BRIEF IN THEIR CARESS
By Christopher Keown7 years ago in Poets
Art of Living
Living life is an Art, Everybody doesn't know it, Life is like a boulevard of dreams, In life events happen with course of time,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
Schizophrenia
FADE IN: Schizophrenia walks It's like a screenplay One with no EXIT Stage left or right No synopsis to indulge the crowd
By Laura Lee7 years ago in Poets
Gazing at Stars in the Sky
During the day I work hard, No time to dream but to give constructive output, My shadow walks besides me, Sometimes distractions conquer my brain,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
Making Earth a Better Place to Live In
Days are gone when happiness was a priority, Days are gone when selfless service was a duty, Days are gone when love towards children was automatically expressed,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
While We Used to Pain
Bring back the yesterdays of tomorrow Sorrows that build up like happiness Fellows with drolls that are followed by meals of fortune
By Mohau Augstine Maimela7 years ago in Poets