Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Walking alone through this dark tunnel, searching for what I lost. Silence in my mind, even I can't hear my heart speak.
By Lucripa11 months ago in Poets
CAST YOUR EYES UP AT ME GAZE AND ADORE, WORSHIP FOR I AM WHITE, MALE AND STRAIGHT ~ I DO NOT CARE, NO EMPATH NO SIMP FOR YOUR FEELINGS
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
When summer comes, Da Lat not only stands out with the purple color of Lagerstroemia or the white color of Bauhinia flowers, but also shines with clusters of yellow royal poinciana flowers in Da Lat. Discover the unique beauty and the most ideal places to see yellow royal poinciana flowers for a memorable trip.
By HieuDinh11 months ago in Poets
Life’s going too fast, so I mark every line. Reiterate every street, every obvious sign, as if the art of noticing could save me from forgetting.
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
I consume so I create. Living, breathing, becoming. In an age of overconsumption, I turn excess into expression.
There is a garden for the faded things (this is where all wistful thinking springs) And the longer I live, the greater it grows -
By Gabriel Huizenga11 months ago in Poets
The Horizon Opens Before the whisper, before the chord, before the balloon caught wind There was a breath. A breath that stirred the archive,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
I am the sum of what I’ve carried— skills gathered like bright stones from places I didn’t know were teaching me.
By Melanie Rose11 months ago in Poets
Several weeks ago the daylight shortened and night began lengthening - An unspoken message to all that it was time to begin the season of gathering,
By Pōlani Monderen 11 months ago in Poets
there’s a cavern in my chest, more like a rift, abyssal, abysmal, existential, the kind of hole that only love could open.
By Daniel K11 months ago in Poets
Echoes on the breeze Exhaust fumes, contrails Linger as reminders ~ Poesy these lines For my erudite Verbosity Can’t replace
my wife started scrapbooking, collecting pictures from before us and since us and from now and from then and then gluing them in a spiral-bound sketchbook to
By kp11 months ago in Poets
