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

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 15 minutes 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 about 2 hours 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 Fielderabout 6 hours 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. Frommabout 10 hours 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 Carneyabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I'm Hurt - You Want To Know Why - Love "Cannot" Flow From The Sides - It Doesn't Really Make Sense - WHO Said That !?
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetryabout 11 hours ago in Poets
She Wears Hearts Like Armour
She Wears Hearts Like Armour She wears hearts like armour, pressed into her skin, soft shapes pretending they do not remember pain.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
Paper Lanterns
In shapes of animals, flowers, and insects the paper lanterns are set up at the park. The Structure of a sculpture that gives reference to the original.
By Seashell Harpspring a day ago in Poets
My hearts CrAck
My hearts crack Who put it there? I can’t tell if it was a fault of my own or someone else who needed to take a piece of mine to mend their own
By Ruhani Khadijaha day ago in Poets
BLACK VANILLA
BLACK VANILLA Vanilla is black. something that tastes so good can't be black? something that tastes so good must be black.
By Ruhani Khadijaha day ago in Poets
I'm Sorry, I Stepped Into Some "Sewage Water" One Time - The Whole Day Was Like "Miniature Golfing", On River "Danube"
I'm going to calm down !? I'm going to assume every person "knows" bad scent when they see it !? I'll tell you a story !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Door Dashed Said I Ordered Food, But I'm Like A Snail - We Don't Eat Normal !!!
Crawl --- Walk ---- Run Okay fine - I picked this image because it is "appealing" to me !? I'm the one seeing it, everyday - my eyes tell me it makes sense !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets