art

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

  • Widj-Gaëlle Norvil
    Published 2 days ago
    it took me a while to get to confidence

    it took me a while to get to confidence

    they gave me a chance to please you with providence
  • Diamond Dreams Movement
    Published 3 days ago
    Naked truth

    Naked truth

    Naked truth in this world doesn't have the same definition as the word truth you may use,
  • Widj-Gaëlle Norvil
    Published 3 days ago
    work hard play hard they said

    work hard play hard they said

    i used to get inspired from people
  • Michael Blanco
    Published 8 days ago
    The Calm Repose

    The Calm Repose

    A battle rages deep within me
  • Mihaela Vasileva
    Published 13 days ago
    Prometheus

    Prometheus

    What I create, I must protect,
  • Mihaela Vasileva
    Published 16 days ago
    To Be

    To Be

    Je suis, To Be
  • Isabella Biberaj
    Published 16 days ago
    A Color Story

    A Color Story

    Baby blues, what are we going to do with you?
  • r. nuñez
    Published 17 days ago
    The Unfinished Song

    The Unfinished Song

    Today a Storm
  • Jeffrey Saker
    Published 18 days ago
    The Individual

    The Individual

    "The Individual"
  • Victoria LaPointe
    Published 24 days ago
    Old. Great, great, great, Grandpa old.

    Old. Great, great, great, Grandpa old.

    A couple of years ago I was tagged by a friend to post one black and white photo each day for a week and then tag another friend to post one per day and so on and so on. You know, email chain mail. Partly because this chain mail challenge didn't require that I tell people that their left earlobe would fall off or their nose hairs would grow to a foot long or some other vile thing would happen if they didn't follow through, but mostly because I love old things and a B&W photo challenge sounded like fun, I took the dare.
  • Claire TheEggFryer
    Published 29 days ago
    Balloons

    Balloons

    In balloons, we drift
  • Paul Noel Cimino
    Published 29 days ago
    In All Is Quiet City

    In All Is Quiet City

    Coming and going all street day. I can sleep with your warm ways. Forever love, together love warm ways, and coming on a warm and fine winter, winter of a new decade, thank you. Can’t let you down, to not lie, the fire in a song just ask me how it is, revive the burning. Can’t give you up, what’s been going on. A deserted city street in paradise, going home the great hot lava. Over the rainbow bluebirds fly, and she is far behind me. Too die in this wonderful city and she is a color. Babys cry what do we know of the hotel street blue? Out in the distances, fire escape is under you. Great to be interpreted by you, and there is a, peace; still covered by you still.