Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The feathered boy said: “The day is done The war is gone” The feathered boy said “Amongst the dread Amongst bloody napes
By Octovo Libra 6 months ago in Poets
Why do I cry, Up in the sky, I'm the little dove, Did I ever get enough love? ~ Love, Love, Love, What is it good for,
By Kodah6 months ago in Poets
Tell me your stories, “Your magic is mine,” Words so sweet they brought a tear. I clearly remember you speaking this line.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry6 months ago in Poets
I find release in exertion. In the muscle's stretch and strain. I find release. I enjoy the pain. I find release in writing.
By Alexis Bre6 months ago in Poets
In the woods, footsteps will follow, Hovering near the frozen lake. Though it's nothing but a shadow. *** Hidden within the tree hollow.
By Haggar Ben6 months ago in Poets
take a proper gander at the propaganda as it's shoved down your throat through your eyes drying up aqueous humor in your ears
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
The man who is ascetic He who sees with other eyes Denies of all aesthetics Though his flesh, his soul can fly *
By Matt B.6 months ago in Poets
Join me on a journey as these words transform, A woman into an ABA rhyme, into a melodic poem. Fierce as lightning, yet gentle as a rainstorm.
By George Shannon Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
Amid vibrant hues, Hearts entwine in varied views, Stories interlace, Unity weaves in graceful arcs, Love's embrace, a tapestry.
By Printique Studios6 months ago in Poets
Black is beautiful. Profound and youthful. Mighty and truthful. Dawn of a new hope. Source of all gold. Shining without approval.
By Tørnvec™6 months ago in Poets