art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Monster
the bristles on the brush scratch the scare out of my head. I scratch the scare off. Do the right monsters get away with their
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Poets
Twelve Flowers for You. Top Story - September 2026.
I picked twelve flowers for you today. The first flower I found was a vibrant blue Delphinium . Life feels so natural when I talk with you. Your words flow with ease and turn my moody blues into sparkling stars flowing in the dark blue sky of love.
By Rick Henry Christopher about a month ago in Poets
The Birds Who Built a Heart
The Birds Who Built a Heart Two crazy birds once built a heart from flowers, stars and string, one bird could talk the whole day long, the other loved to sing.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE DOORWAY IN THE BLUE
THE DOORWAY IN THE BLUE I found a doorway in the blue, although I never painted it, the wax began to move itself, and slowly made a place to sit.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE EYES BENEATH THE WAX
THE EYES BENEATH THE WAX I painted a river that never ran, with turquoise water and frozen sand, then somewhere inside the melting wax, I felt a hundred eyes look back.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
LIFE’S MEANING IS MANY THINGS
LIFE’S MEANING IS MANY THINGS LIGHT AND LOVE AND LIFE Life’s meaning is many things, The quiet mornings, The loud awakenings,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
From Hell to Graceland
Hardest thing in life to do is mourn people who are dead to you but yet still alive. It’s like two worlds but they can’t collide.
By Sabrina Spellman- Kallie Coleridge Venturiniabout a month ago in Poets
❤️ ❤️Health Is Wealth❤️ ❤️
❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ smiling…. surviving cancer . . . dancing with angels . . . finding my life worth living . .. becoming invincible and positive in spirit. . . looking at happy birds for teaching me . . . learning to fly . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayneabout a month ago in Poets
The Eyes Inside My Mind
The Eyes Inside My Mind I drew five circles on the page, but flowers they became, each one opened like an eye and softly called my name.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
I SEEN THE MOON IN A JAM JAR
I SEEN THE MOON IN A JAM JAR I seen the moon in a jam jar, Upon an old market stall, It wasn’t very big that night, It wasn’t round at all.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Pawns. Top Story - September 2026.
If life were a game of chess most people would be pawns Bottom of the barrel Feeling used by the more "important": pieces
By Donny Foleyabout a month ago in Poets
A Brief History of Being Unwell
The Space It Takes It comes in waves That's why they say anyway But really I think It never leaves Unchecked It festers
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets