Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
it melts away here burns through decades of plastic faces plastic emotions chain reactions of insecurity in the heat ice and fury
By River and Celia in Underlandabout a year ago in Poets
all life's an autumn seeds and seconds fall, dying for hope of harvest
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
Colour Me In The sky waits for my brush, grey clouds folding into my hands, I reach for red, blue, yellow, to drench the world in possibility.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Autumn leaves Fall Orange, yellow, red, fire call Beauty answers all Image by Annelise Lords Thanking Justice for this brain exercise.
By Annelise Lords about a year ago in Poets
Rose pressed her ear against the bedroom ceiling, Listening to sounds that set her heart reeling— Three short scratches, two long, then pause,
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
I'm dying to live again Prophecy is never a moment in hindsight I've been bitten by so many boy souls I've lost count Scratching deep is still not part of my sleep, must be yours
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Poets
I lived on brown leaf but then, I flew on red one - cocoon, butterfly!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the velvet sky we lay, hands entwined, hearts unafraid, while the Milky Way spilled its light, a silver river across the night.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Shadow? A darkness on the day A sad nonspeaking fellow, who goes the wrong way He can not move on his own, he waves when others do
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
I could gather you in my arms forever, yet it would still feel unfinished, as if love, no matter how tightly held, was always spilling over the edges.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Within the quiet mind, a loom, Where threads of hope can find their room. A silver strand of what could be, Woven for the heart to see.
By Amir Husenabout a year ago in Poets
Meet me at the cross— Where hope breaks the back of knees Humbling man in the holy presence of God For even gravity Knows Him as anchor
By Lakena McQueenabout a year ago in Poets
