Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
An assortment of lines scrawled on sheets of white, a jumble of meaning quietly shines. - To some merely scribbles swirling eddies,
By Alexander Stoddart11 months ago in Poets
I can’t close my eyes tonight. You’re everywhere, in the hum of the quiet, in the breath that won’t steady, in the spaces the dark refuses to hide.
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
After the fire You broke me Or at least you tried. But there is a strange kind of peace In knowing the worst has already been done
By Skippie Petrova11 months ago in Poets
I trusted you I trusted you Do you hear me? God, I trusted you I opened myself like a wound. Showing you locked doors I would never open
Rise now Oh winter winds Rise! send forth your frosty vanguard drain the moisture from the air before it ripping the breath
By Matthew J. Fromm11 months ago in Poets
I am Icarus, standing on the scaffolds of heaven The dysphoria of a switch of the season sounds wet yet solid, sparkling in a glassy twinkle as a glacial spread of silvery white tumbles past my ears:
By Melissa Ingoldsby11 months ago in Poets
I write on pages where shadows fall. Words that disappear when the light moves fast. Each line is a whisper, a secret wish.
By Emily11 months ago in Poets
I listen to the rain fall. On rooftops where no one pays attention. Each drop writes a letter to the ground. Each puddle holds a world of secrets.
I carry a heart made of glass. Thin and trembling in my hands. Every look, every word. Makes it shake a little, leaves a mark.
Itʻs feeling the winds that once fanned a blazing, wild fire Slow down, soften and begin to dance in swirls around the remaining flicker,
By Pōlani Monderen 11 months ago in Poets
When night falls, within the closed eyes. I see different colours everywhere, i see colours doing different things. .. When the sunlight comes,
By Lucripa11 months ago in Poets
I say your name like sunrise in my chest, soft but certain, a warm pull that steadies everything inside me. There is a kind of quiet love in how you breathe
