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

Violence
I have a tendency of violence Flash Frozen in a tenuous consumption of a dewy, red feast How I preferred to serve your deer meat
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Poets
VISION
Vision getting crystal clear And the site Is over here All the troubles and the struggles…. Went through all that for the cheer
By Haychie_Artistabout a month ago in Poets
The Broken Mold
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a month ago in Poets
Me, Myself, and I
I only know how to be what I am. And what I am is a loving, caring, broken man Jaded by war and deaths cold embrace, I feel I no longer belong among the human race.
By Edward Valabout a month ago in Poets
A Thought on the Wind
What happens to a thought that drifts through my mind? Does it float in and out, carried away by the breeze? I even wonder where the thought comes from. If it can wander on in at any moment, did my mind really create it?
By Gabriel Shamesabout a month ago in Poets
You Own Me. Content Warning.
You know, I’m afraid of leaving you… You’ll make me sick, that’s what you’ll do! You’ll make me crave you all over again,
By Nicole Attenhoferabout a month ago in Poets
Why Did The Colours Run
Why Did The Colours Run I washed the day with careful hands, believing what was bright would stay, reds and blues held their own names,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Evidence Everywhere
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
Come On In
a gentle camp fire ne'er burnt nor crisped the frogs better boiled besides
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Poets
Your Stupid Insults
Words hurt too, you know When there's nowhere to go Your stupid insults hurt like a knife Your stupid insults stay for life
By Domiabout a month ago in Poets
(Fingers Crossed)******** Burdens Of EVERY "SINGLE" Person Who Seems A Bit Weird, And Awkward To Every Person On The Outside - Trust, They Think The Same Things, They "DO"::::
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Silence in the Journey
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets