Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Granny’s Ghost Granny’s ghost sits in her chair, Rocking slowly, thin as air. Eyes like whispers, soft and deep, Watching while the children sleep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Processing, processing, processing The mind is generating, all the things in 3D on my screen. But this seems like an illusion,
By Lucripa9 months ago in Poets
Arts. Brilliance and beauty made to be Consumed by all, yet inevitably Doomed to fall. Enshrouding the broken and unspoken
By Megan Kingsbury9 months ago in Poets
I used to stare at my hands and wonder if they were meant for anything. Nothing felt like mine, not my smile, not my voice, not even my mornings.
By John Smith9 months ago in Poets
To desire another’s love is quite an art. However, such an art can be very hideous; when that desired lover turns out to be the toxic poison your system yearns for
By WiseWhale_219 months ago in Poets
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
🌤 The Love That Stayed After the Storm They met after the hardest parts of their lives had already passed. Not because the storms were over—
By Zidane9 months ago in Poets
Johnny-come-lately Seven days in the seventh sign; Tracy Cancer moon; feel a little bit crazy Hierophant like an elephant; know my memory’s not hazy
By Conjury9 months ago in Poets
The Day the Internet Went Silent No alert woke the world that morning. No buzz. No chime. No vibration crawling across nightstands like an anxious insect.
By Imran Ali Shah9 months ago in Poets
Gratefull I learned, I found, I gained Heavy gold weight Pound per pound How much I could back carry. Oh, the words Hidd in my silence
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
🍃 The Love That Felt Like Coming Home They didn’t recognize it at first. Love rarely announces itself. It arrives quietly,
Romulus (inspired by) Oh poor little powerful Black Romeo where is your Remus didn't you suck the same breast fed by hunger
