art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Exiled
I sat and squandered my pennies on clarat. Hoping for a better day, amid the squabbling of day to day life. No better chance, it was not about the zeitgeist and movement of the day, but a gut feeling of being sick of the conditions I had found myself in, I would not wish it on me worst enemy, I found the strength in my body to return to claim the throne like my forefathers had and melancholically failed, for the time was due, for revolution and death with success, not waste away fighting at ghosts that haunt me like spies.
By Karl McBeath3 days ago in Poets
Where Absence Becomes Presence
This ghazal explores a paradox: how absence can transform into a deeper form of presence. The beloved is no longer external, but internalized—becoming part of the speaker’s being. It’s a philosophical reflection on love beyond possession, where distance dissolves into identity.
By Rahatweb Website3 days ago in Poets
Sweetie Bird’s Beak-Moving Blues
Introduction: Sweetie Bird’s Beak-Moving Blues By Vicki Lawana Trusselli "I’ve heard the whispers in the writer's groups. I’ve seen the headlines. According to the internet, AI is currently busy plotting a global takeover while simultaneously stealing our creative souls. It’s a great script for a sci-fi thriller and having worked in the film industry, I know a good plot when I see one.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 days ago in Poets
