Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Black tar streets and walls of concrete. Tower blocks tower — from a crack in the sidewalk grows a bouquet of flowers. Soft-looking, delicate,
By jl woodabout a year ago in Poets
I begin with the thought that every glance carries a weight, sometimes feather light, sometimes the pull of an ocean. Your eyes carry both.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Spring’s gleam of overwhelming light Completes the creeping birth of dawn, Sates fleeting winter's looming flight Through obscured shades of beauty’s brawn.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Poets
It's quite simple, really. Something that trickles is the best soundtrack, Whether water or music is subjective. A space - room, building, chair -
By Isabella Nesheiwatabout a year ago in Poets
The Mouth of Earth The soil splits, the ground is raw. A mouth appears, with teeth of stone. It yawns, it growls, it swallows deep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My mind is split, a coin that will not land, it spins between lapse and remembering too much. One side erases life at my command,
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
I am not the first to be beaten by the one they love I am not the last to be beaten by the one they love Secrets linger in the storm that skewers my emotions with a long metal stick
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
I opened my eyes and you were already looking, that quiet kind of gaze that doesn’t ask for anything, it just gives. The light bent itself across your shoulders,
Death is just a bit too much, isn't it? — Cliché? Overstated? Not the point, is it? — Death weighs heavy on my mind today
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The rising and the setting suns collide for enough time to steal away a breath. They know there is nowhere for them to hide,
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
first light my coffee cools as I braid patience thin, five strands, five tries, five counted breaths already frayed. you say…
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
*I took this photo out at my dad's farm last week and I let it inspire this poem about harvest.** a house full of memories,
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
