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

Haunted Visions. Top Story - January 2026.
What strange visions haunt my dreams and such strange images befall my sight? I do not know this figure who flows through my mind streams in the dead of night
By C. J. Pharez29 days ago in Poets
Streams
Oh! What feckless hate! What reckless danger All in a rage Still dancing in the rain Yet, As hot liquid pours through my veins,
By C. J. Pharez29 days ago in Poets
FREESTYLE 5
You remind me of a Kleenex Need to bloody clean next Chapter of my life though…. You just have a mean ex I’m just me not tryna flex
By Haychie_Artist29 days ago in Poets
Official Notice: Preservation of the Heart
Attention. This is an official notice to all residents of the inner landscape. Your heart requires daily inspection. Neglect may lead to quiet corrosion, unnoticed at first, creeping through thoughts like fog through a forest.
By Sound and Spirit29 days ago in Poets
UNTITLED 7
Only time you need something That’s the time I get a call…. But you do not keep In touch Physically man took a fall…. Ghosting me Is what you do
By Haychie_Artist29 days ago in Poets
Sporadically Vertical
Flesh skin bare Visible tear Fracture hair Line call stage — Left in the dark Shadows dance Around me Remind me
By Paul Stewart29 days ago in Poets
Lessons from Taylor Swift
I threw a snowball at Taylor Swift. She ducked, I knocked over a 2-foot windmill. Shattering it into a million pieces in front of the boy of my dreams.
By Natasha Collazo29 days ago in Poets
Spa Day at Outstages Cafe Spa
My work is an exploration of the "ambiguous place between reality and illusion," where digital environments and organic textures merge to create a new, hybrid form of storytelling. I operate at the intersection of technology and tradition, using modern digital tools to amplify the "ancestral echoes" of those who came before me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 30 days ago in Poets
🌊 Where Love Gently Waits
Love did not chase them. It stood still, like water learning the shape of shore. They arrived carrying quiet damage—
By Zidane30 days ago in Poets
Artist Deserves the Reward
I always used art as my therapy, as my uniqueness and self-expression, never a tool for profit. But when opportunity came,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Floating Heart
My heart floats outside my body Somewhere in the ether Wandering Drifting through the world Scarred and battered Torn and tattered
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Rather
I’d rather be alone Than with misery I won’t miss you But you might miss me That’s not my problem You made the bed
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets