art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
i bleed
red is the color of the blood i bleed when my veins cannot contain my soul and i draw lines on my thighs to release
"Echoes of Life: Embracing the Journey"
🌟 Embrace the Journey 🌟 As I sit here, surrounded by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of nature, I am reminded of the incredible journey we call life. It's a journey filled with twists and turns, joy and sorrow, and countless opportunities to grow and learn. Each moment, a chance to paint our own unique story on the canvas of existence.
MOSTAFA SALMANPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMoon's Embrace
In the moon's embrace, Ghosts and goblins find their peace, Night's mysteries unfold.
Printique StudiosPublished 6 months ago in PoetsI WANT TO BE FROLISCOME.
I think I am all of the many things I have ever been connected with. I am a letter A place A cup of coffee A bench A feeling
Catherine NyomendaPublished 6 months ago in PoetsJust Try :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rf0oWj6Emoc Just Try Just Try Just Try Just Try Just Try start from here : listen to the Chi field !
Scribbles in the Night
I’m painting a picture with words the life that I desire the dream, the cosmic dance and all that I admire From fields of pretty blossoms
Paula RowlandsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsHolidays! Poem
Holidays arrive on wings of cheer Snowflakes dance in a waltz so bright Blanketing the world in purest white. The time when hearts draw near
The Anxiety Arc: Parts 1-3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Entertaining the Intruder A frequent visitor has come over to play
Packing
It’s a wobbly, hobbly bunch I crunch it all in For my journey to begin Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsAI is Coming for Your Children
Writing prompts are like casting a spell Artificial intelligence is creating a hell What they’re hiding is There’s no math in good writing
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsSomewhere Between
Here I lay somewhere between the old and the new broken yet whole shedding and bleeding feeling it all each dreaded layer
Unblemished
The years have taken their toll on the outside But they don’t see her soul The unblemished beauty that radiates from her
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in Poets