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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Assessing Your Worth: Strategies for Self-Reflection
Determining your worth We all find ourselves questioning how far we can go and estimate our value, what we bring to the table, and how much we can foster evidence that we are worth it and that our presence is meaningful in the room we muster up our courage to be in. Ever find yourself in that mindset of having to earn the right to be in every room and beholding your self-worth at the mercy of others? It is exhausting to think that you need to prove yourself constantly. We live in a world where it is easier for people to deprecate and devalue others, trying their best to burden their insecurities on them and make themselves feel superior, rather than honoring genuine human connection and making the person feel heard and seen. While it is easier to forge superiority over connection, empathy and genuine openness to one another are what we need as a community to foster our social well-being.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsReflection Of Polluted Art //
I'm a wrath some poet reincarnating within the words of a stolen spiritual Entity. The vibration of our soul's heartbeat infinitely
Closure
Even though I know it is over I have not heard your voice in so long I just wish we had closure I miss you so Every day I do my best to grow
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsINTP "The Eccentric Logician"
With introspective gaze and mind profound, The INTP, a soul of logic's art, Doth ponder deep where truths may yet be found,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsNachos
Cheesy nachos, Ooey gooey goodness, Chips and dip, Salsa just makes my heart complete. With guacamole and sour cream to cut down the spice
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 2 months ago in PoetsThe Gift of the Gods
I stand here at the edge of the world, eyes fixed on the horizon. I would do anything to cross the ocean, yet I’m still here.
Antoni NimaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsHer Photo
It's a struggle with painful memories and the solace found in moments shared with a loved one. It's life. **** Whenever I closed my eyes,
Gargie S AnandPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYou crash into me
You crashed into me for the first time, forcefully, and secretly I was afraid. Yet, I did welcome you here after all.
Antoni NimaPublished 2 months ago in Poetsyour
i am one in your collection of voodoo dolls you keep on the shelf above your bed. maybe it helps you sleep? counting all the
Tear Drops
I closed my eyes, So that they wouldn’t escape I suppressed the empathy, For 3 seconds I tried not to breathe… But strolling my facade
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 2 months ago in PoetsEmerald Whispers
Emerald whispers flow, Nature's pulse, rocks cradle dreams, Life's dance in moonbeams.
Printique StudiosPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWind
THE WIND, All of you know it, Have heard about it, The way it flows, Through cities and suburbs, Above the villages and rivers,
Esala GunathilakePublished 2 months ago in Poets