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

Blooming Within The Sea
Blooming Within The Sea A face half hidden, soft with grace, Where colour breathes and vines unfold, A quiet garden lives inside,
By George’s Girl 2026 11 days ago in Poets
"Ease And Speed" - But I Don't Even Know The "First Person" Who Began Living On Earth - I Don't......
In year 400, I built a pool !? In year 5,000, I built a stove, and a washing machine !? I built it myself - I got all the ingredients and "SAID", I have built it !?
By 365poetry11 days ago in Poets
"Hall" - Where Do You Put Your Trophies, Your Records - Your Names
Yeah, we all know the song right !? You always can't be the greatest - like for real !? But sometimes - they too had like a way to communicate !?
By 365poetry12 days ago in Poets
Closer Than Distance
This ghazal explores an intimate paradox: the closer something feels, the less tangible it becomes. The beloved is never fully seen, yet deeply experienced—like a fragrance in the air. It’s a meditation on emotional closeness that transcends physical distance.
By heasb00112 days ago in Poets
Defective view from above all
Defective View From Above All From high above, they claim it’s clear, A softened world, untouched by fear, Through tinted glass of gentle shade,
By George’s Girl 2026 12 days ago in Poets
The Weight of Dusk
This ghazal captures a quiet, urban loneliness—the kind that arrives at dusk, when the world slows and memory grows louder. It speaks of unspoken words, missed chances, and the weight of a single moment stretched across time. Love here is intimate, human, and painfully close.
By heasb00212 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 Website12 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 12 days ago in Poets
Sex On The Beach
Sex On The Beach The tide leans close, it whispers low, Salt on skin, a burning glow, Your shadow falls across my chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 12 days ago in Poets
A Children's book
The thin book you must open To find what still is there A glimpse of what is waiting Memories of four wooden chairs The smell of Saturday morning.
By Raine Fielder13 days ago in Poets
I wasn't going to write a poem today but there's a deadline and therefore I will write a poem today
Do you ever get a feeling That everything is a wee bit fucked? A tingling of the neck A look over the back
By Matthew J. Fromm13 days ago in Poets
I Wrote A Book of Poems
Hello All! I am coming back to the Vocal Community with exciting news. I formerly had an account under the name Hufflecup. I know I had a few regular readers of my poems. I stepped away from this website to work on getting my poems published and IT WORKED!
By Bill Carney13 days ago in Poets