Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Note: This is purely fictional and not a missive to encourage suicidal ideation. Red hair in ringlets, White dress with cream accents.
By CT Idlehouse12 months ago in Poets
There stands one little lantern in every child's chest, whose glow is caught a-flickering in their upturned gaze; Right words will stoke that lamp-light, to endure race and rest,
By Gabriel Huizenga12 months ago in Poets
Place me again in the backseat, which lilted like a song; Through squinted lashes, nothing, those nights, was wrong. Face me, nine or ten, towards a blinking stoplight, near,
The eerie blue glow of ballgames and shows, most places I go, in every bar on my road. It intrudes and though my eyes elude
By A. S. Lawrence12 months ago in Poets
I gaze out across the landscape Of the park that I overlook In sight: the rolling meadow, the intersection of a path, the lake
By Jaimie12 months ago in Poets
The lantern light, life within me grows dimmer with each passing day I ask for help and get told that "we are sorry, there is no way..."
By Adora Hooper12 months ago in Poets
I peek into the darkness to try to find the light The means of a correction I'm just trying to survive. The tunnel is long and looming
By Ly Anna12 months ago in Poets
"This way!" the actor cries, holding a lantern aloft "Come now, my friends, before it is too late!" robes swoosh as they motion us through the doorframe
By Ellen Stedfeld12 months ago in Poets
Trouble, how would I define our love? Probably like a vintage lantern. It just feels so right within my life Yet is not without worry, concern.
The House That Breathes There is a house that breathes at night, Its windows sigh when the moon climbs high, And the walls remember every word,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
--- - --- (that's the sound I long to hear) --- - --- (every once in a while, at least) --- - --- (the sound of little to nothing)
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
You don't know yourselves. Run away. Don't think. Meaningless words on tongues. Go out into the streets and roads. Perhaps your mind will return.
By ahmedibrahem12 months ago in Poets
