#Digital Poet Community

[nicholasandriani]

Poetry Does Not Exist- Poetry’s Renaissance in the Digital Age, and What You Must Know

Title: The Sine Qua Non of the Art and Science of Poetry Writing Introduction: Poetry, often described as the language of the soul, is a unique form of expression that marries the artistry of words with the precision of science. To craft a poem that resonates deeply with readers requires a delicate balance between creativity and structure, imagination and technique. In the world of poetry…

[erieautumnskies]

Mini-zine in the making! I am currently working on a small, passion-project photography and literary zine titled "Noontime Passenger." The first volume will encompass poetry in varying forms, short prose, words that weave profound emotions to the daily mundane, and so forth!

It'll be free to read through my linktree as it is meant to inspire and ponder. In the meantime– however– before it comes down to publishing, below is the cover to this beautiful, train-ride relaxing zine:

Keep your eyes peeled for the link, as well as updates on my debut poetry chapbook, "Where Oceans Meet."

[discoidal]

another letter to my estranged father, cut out of his old favorite songs (list under the cut)

> Place Your Hands by Reef

> No Rain by Blind Melon

> Come Undone by Duran Duran

> Countdown by Jupiter One

> Relax, Take It Easy by MIKA

> Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence And The Machine

lyric screenshots taken from genius, azlyrics, songmeanings, and letras dot com. background is one of his paintings

[attentialkane]

[thecolorsandshapesfrommybrain]

Some fish designs

[the-ellia-west]

HEY! YOU!

Please take a moment to Read This

Artist or Writer, Rich or Poor, Man or Woman, feeling loved or lonely,

You are a creation of God whom he loves and does not regret. You are an amazing person no matter where you are or what you've done, and I love you.

There is someone out there who wants to see your projects and see you. You've got this. You are Natural and you are wonderful.

Your product won't come easy to you, nothing beautiful ever really does. And you are not an Ai, you are real, you are human, you are a person, and being human is to struggle, and to work hard.

And remember. Your work will take time. It will take blood, sweat, and tears. But remember to take rests. No matter how beautiful and wonderful your work will be, you are the thing that matters more. You are the source of your story, and you are the Wonder, the triumph in your creation that matters so much more.

You are loved and you can do this, if not now then one day. I'm cheering for you!

GO GET 'EM YOU MASTERPIECE!

[thediaryofarevolutionist]

In my darkest hours I think, no, I firmly believe that I will end up alone forever. I'll never find love. I can't give up my feminist character. I can't unsee it. I can't undo it. Nothing. I feel so alone.

[a-d-gris]

"Was bist du?", hatte Inanis gefragt.

Ardeat, ein samtenes Kleid um ihre Beine, hatte das Schwert auf ihre Schulter hochgeschwungen und das Kinn gehoben. "Feuer."

Concept Art eines Charakters aus meinem Buch "Die Schattenspieler". Bringt gleich eine ganz neue Bedeutung zum Ausdruck "Hot girl summer"👀

[whatiwishfanfiction]

Necessity of Creativity

[carb0n-m0n0xid3]

AAAAA

IM SUBMITTING MY POEMS FOR WRITING CONTEST IT SO SCARY

ughh i hate this i hope i do good

ive posted them here before but here they are again, i revised some i think

Enjoy :3

Winter sighs

Through the creaking bridge,

under where waters rush,

the rocks lie submerged

with crawling algae lush.

The soft snow décor

dresses the aging trees.

Falling to the floor,

from the sky they dance and flee.

A disturbance in serenity

calls a lonely cry,

echoing throughout the woods

and into the starry sky.

The moon looks down in pity

to watch the sunken eyes

of the vagabond canine,

barely grasping to its life.

Through the freezing night,

the sorrow dies down.

The animal of the forest

becomes part of it now.

Infatuation

We were never made to be alone,

as proven by our suffering

when cast aside by those

in whom we tend to lean close to.

But beyond the love of friends

and family comes another,

one that bonds two closer

to where they act as one.

The heart is a fragile organ,

but eventually there comes a time

where it is most seeking.

The new need of attention

claws at their young minds

as they begin to explore a new world.

A world not known by outsiders,

but more by those who dwell within.

The world of awareness,

love and affection.

This affectionate infection

has drawn my eyes to you

in hopes that you would notice

my yearning glance.

Yet, distanced our bodies stand,

across the plane of passion.

Mine longs your soothing embrace,

so our hearts be face-to-face,

beating rhythmically in tune

as a soft song for both me and you.

But all is just a persistent dream

I wonder with impatience.

Though, high hopes still remain

so sometime in the future,

maybe our souls may dance together.

Always and Forever

I glanced about the dark void,

seeing nothing, yet hearing something.

It was similar to a muffled panic,

echoing softly around me, following as I trailed,

taunting and teasing me as it grew loud.

Its annoyance increased as I covered my ears tightly,

wishing for these screams of terror

to just simply go away.

But they would not stop persisting,

swarming round and around me,

growing from whispers to wails in mere moments.

The horrific noises swirled around my head,

bringing to me unimaginable dread.

Yet amid screeching panic, it stopped,

the atmosphere growing calm and light.

“Child” called a booming, soothing voice.

I looked up whilst uncovering my ears,

and behold, a massive glowing figure appears.

Gently, He reaches down to me

with a loving, caring hand.

“Why do this to yourself?” He said,

the obvious concern echoing beyond me.

As He drew me closer,

I could make out worried features

etched across his warm, radiant face.

“What are you talking about?”

I answered back sheepishly,

watching the affectionate being.

“You know you cannot lie to me, dear Child.

You may think it is time, but listen,

You have much more left ahead of you.”

He had responded with a voice of pity,

knowing of my true intentions.

Thus, he had begun to retreat me

to the growing void beneath,

carefully placing me back down

towards the pitch-black ground.

“Now return to those who love you,

those who care for you so dearly.”

The figure’s light had begun to dim,

fading away completely just as

His words, echoing throughout:

“I am with you, Always and Forever…”

“Wait!” I say, feeling my face

wet with tears as I wake.

Huddled all around me

were my closest friends and family,

turning from melancholy

to a rather joyous state.

“Thank God, you’re alive!” few had said,

hugging each other beside my hospital bed.

They had longed to embrace me as well,

though refrained with compassion

at the sight of my fragile condition.

My heart twisted with throbbing guilt,

watching as my closest friend

approached with a sad smile.

She was the first to come near,

holding me tight with eagerness.

Her words shook when whispered out,

filled with remorse and tenderness:

“I know what you did,

what you have done to yourself.”

I tightened my weak grip around her,

painfully sobbing into her arms,

seeing my own weak and wrapped in gauze.

“I’m so sorry” I choked out,

realizing that my actions were quite foul.

How could I be so selfish?

How could I be so stupid?

“Do not apologize” she mumbled back,

tears freely flowing down,

landing on the soft blue medical gown.

“We’re all here for you, no matter what.

Always and Forever.”

SORRY FOR THE LONG POST, THANKS YALL ❤❤❤

[kensiijordan]

cr: kensiijordan on Instagram

[halosoliloquy]

When my bangs reach that length—the one where they start poking at my eyes—the world feels different, like the music in my head stops playing. It’s like this weird, uncomfortable stillness, and suddenly, I feel tired. Not just physically tired, but emotionally drained. It’s as if those extra millimeters of hair have the power to shift my entire mood.

And then I think, Am I ugly? It’s a ridiculous question, but I can’t shake it. Maybe it’s not the bangs themselves but everything that comes with them. Do I cut them again? Would that small change actually refreshen me, or is it just an excuse to feel control over something?

I glance over at the praying mantis stuck—well, it seems stuck—on the chair in the garage. It’s just there, in that uncomfortable position, much like me. Does it feel the same? I wonder. Stuck, waiting, unsure of its next move.

[saintkeaton]

[thecolorsandshapesfrommybrain]

Some people based on a dream I had. Fake people but real emotions.

I had to sit for a moment and pray they got more moments somewhere

[antares07]

Laugh,

and the world will laugh with you;

Weep,

and you will weep alone..

[sixparasites]

Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need, and taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?