Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
You hold the moon the way you hold my heart carefully, as if light could break. Your hands make gravity gentle and your touch teaches stars to rest.
By The 9x Fawdi12 months ago in Poets
There’s a quiet war inside of me, That no one stops to see. A thousand screams beneath a smile, A storm disguised as peace and style.
In a world of screens and endless noise, Where every thought was just a click, There stood a library of special books That made the weary souls feel sick.
I'm tired and emotional and lonely and need gin, or cider or both. I don’t smoke, so that won’t help. And the kind of drugs
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
In my mind, you're mine for the taking Your mind Is mine for breaking Perfect trophy Mothering hips Wanton lips I see past
Kindly and calmly the morning is shining, Sunlight entwined in the chestnut leaves. Moments of bliss my soul is divining,
By Erian Lin Grant12 months ago in Poets
It starts with that look, the kind that says too much without saying a thing. You tilt your head just slightly, that playful pull in your grin
By Printique Studios12 months ago in Poets
“Not Today” The lady’s lips curled like a curse. Her eyes squinched tight, possessed by something bitter. She pointed sharp, jagged, relentless
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Painted Silence He never spoke a single word, But filled his world with brush and hue, Each canvas breathed the things he’d felt,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
In the motion of it all The pieces of who I am all jitter, and shift hands - eyes - lips - mind - purpose all nervous, unstable,
By Gabriel Huizenga12 months ago in Poets
The door creaked back, the silence spoke, A candy grin, a memory choked. Footsteps echo, truth will not hide The mask remembers who has died.
My hippocampus has a leak in it, and every step I take spills out a form of you I’m forced to relive. It’s more languid,
By Daniel K12 months ago in Poets
