art

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

  • Victor Mendez
    Published 3 days ago
    One Tin Soldier:

    One Tin Soldier:

    The poem is named after a song in which only one soldier walks away from a fool's war; the poem is inspired by the millions of acres of concrete we are covering the world with, and taking down the trees to do so; the one tree is hope!
  • Cinthia Bergollo
    Published 4 days ago
    Road Trip

    Road Trip

    I've always had this wild dream of getting in a small red car and driving until I could no longer see the skyscrapers nor the city lights.
  • Maria Ayala
    Published 4 days ago
    Relish

    Relish

    It was so much fun to see you again.
  • Zachary Boulanger
    Published 4 days ago
    Impatience

    Impatience

    I don't know what it is
  • Zachary Boulanger
    Published 4 days ago
    Way Too Long

    Way Too Long

    I'm in love with no one else
  • Zachary Boulanger
    Published 4 days ago
    Life as I Know It

    Life as I Know It

    It wasn't in my blood
  • Zachary Boulanger
    Published 4 days ago
    Wandering Soldier

    Wandering Soldier

    Wandering down a road not a clue where it goes
  • Paul Noel Cimino
    Published 6 days ago
    Devine Colour

    Devine Colour

    Start writing... Admire the tune of perfume performance throughout the color, during this blessed, adoring hour. Devine swept the collision of Earth and Moon, of real and restless blues. Blessed are to be nameless colours, any sweet soft parade of confusion, and love without a tune. Let me tell you... something of a color that is true. And isn't it there in paradise to every room? l call it Devine. Clear and bright in the sound unto play it everywhere, like midnight flower. With a tune, devine today more than before. Nothing new shining through down unto burn the ground. Way up in the sky as I sit by my Fire🔥I hear a sweet call and I have been saved... this very hour. I am blessed with An Aloha Flower.
  • Zachary Boulanger
    Published 6 days ago
    Full Circle

    Full Circle

    You can't
  • Zachary Boulanger
    Published 6 days ago
    Metaphor Gibberish

    Metaphor Gibberish

    Metaphor, metaphor close that door
  • Paul Noel Cimino
    Published 6 days ago
    Devine

    Devine

    Sincerely, that she is coming to tea in the moment, and leaving me at night—like a hibiscus cloud is on fire. I feel free with no use there is to desire. And, the wind cries like a wine. I found a picture of her to light up the time. And, to the magic world at night, it rains to a splashing tune. The golden chain, to her eyes as they descend like butterflies into the light. I appear with a golden lei to the city of Hale O Honolulu. “A toast” To The Golden Chain, locked up in a lei, in a glass with a wine... to write her name–
  • Heather Roach
    Published 6 days ago
    Self Reflection

    Self Reflection

    When you understand how we grow like a toxic and invasive vine amongst each other, devouring each flower just before it blooms to fill ourselves, then you will understand why it is so important to tend to your own vine first. We are supposed to be pruning ourselves instead of eating the fruits of those around us. Stake yourself firm in your own soil. Grow deep roots and broad leaves, drink plenty of water, and feed yourself from the nutrients of your own decaying culls. Grow better fruit this way and you free up the space around your neighbor so they too may stretch their leaves further towards the light that is the source of our strength. <3