Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
They say I’m confident, I tell them the world’s a stage. They say I’m too confident, I tell them, well don’t worry. The world is a stage.
By ama.thinks12 months ago in Poets
I’m twisted. I’m the imposter, The poster child of what it means to foster, A character based on a mind so nuanced, the idea of new audaciously fails to exist,
this is the game we play, my words and I: they hide, and I seek. describe me, I beg, pressing a hand to my antagonistic aching chest.
By Raistlin Allen12 months ago in Poets
Some people are born luck, But others are suffering. Some are enjoying, But others are crying. ... In the darkness of the Void,
By Lucripa12 months ago in Poets
It began in the quiet, that slow exhale before the world remembers to breathe. You looked at me, and something electric moved through the air,
By Printique Studios12 months ago in Poets
It begins in the smallest way, your hand brushing mine as though it’s done so a thousand times before. There’s a quiet knowing in that touch,
The imaginary deadline of success stares me down and sizes me up I do my best to appear confident and hope that when I get there, that my best will be enough
By Thadeus 12 months ago in Poets
I have hunted many things— the scared little heart of the deer in the first rays of the sun, the glitter of the truth in the eyes of the two lovers,
By Dylan Deckard12 months ago in Poets
The Life is appeared by the eyes All sensations are used in that place, but no one knows how this is generate. And it is already attached to you.
I open up the app to find a friend, A way to make the lonely feeling end. I swipe through faces, happy, smart, and kind, Hoping a special someone I will find.
By The 9x Fawdi12 months ago in Poets
We are the products, you're the buyer, Scrolling through the digital fire. Our photos, polished, bright and clean, A marketplace of "might-have-been."
First, a match, a spark of light, Conversation flows throughout the night. Plans are made, a hopeful start, Then silence falls and breaks your heart.
