Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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
I begin with the stillness of your name resting on my tongue, a weight both fragile and unshakable. The room feels smaller when I think of you,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
when one looks upon the shaking leaves of a forest The poet sees a canvas. The poet sees millions of hands, a dancing woman, the crying breath of spring such as the likes of mournful Persephone
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
the night doesn't scare me anymore. but the darkness does. i don't know if it's ironic, or if it's a lazy contradiction.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
A lantern in the dark Lightened by the flame Glowing like a heart That has never felt the pain It sits all alone end of a beaten path
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Times spent shrouded - shrouded yes in darkness ~ Such a melodramatic word to use ~ as I say "fuck you" to the sun's brightness
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I. I am the cartographer of lost sounds, A surveyor of the silent, acoustic ground. My map is not of ink, but of a fading vibration,
By Ali Hamzaabout a year ago in Poets
disarming the future with ripples the pull of the pool reaches the whole world life as a compass navigating in relation to its opposite
The first thing I said when the door closed was not a prayer, not a confession, just a small breath, a shape in the air that sounded almost like thanks.
Shooting star across the sky, can’t help but wonder if it's you. And I wish you were to sit with me like we’d always do. Holding hands, looking up, hoping our wish comes true.
By Yukaabout a year ago in Poets
An ode - to my great grandparents, Who experienced the world through visual feelings; Raw with emotions not tainted by spoken vibrations.
By Pōlani Monderen about a year ago in Poets
