Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
"You have to dream before your dreams can come true." I woke with a— some kind of feeling in the soles of my feet as they hit the board at the end of the bed.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
There are fire opals and sunstones raging in my veins, a molten clock that only beats when you appear A kiln inside me where the sun you give me glow
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
my mind, adhering with orange, sticky juice to my hard limits and i have run out of patience nobody likes to wake up but if you don't, life still waits
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRESENTS PORTALS TO OTHER WORLDS: THE NEXT ADVENTURE Time Travel via Jukebox Frequencies Live Theater with Ghost Cameos
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
I told myself working a good job would make me a valuable person. Until I was working and missed a fungal infection in my lungs.
By Lacie Graysonabout a year ago in Poets
Candle wax was used for royal seals. But, today, blue, green, yellow, and white wax dripped onto a canvas. Before the wax cooled, two complementing flowers jumped into the pool of expression.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
I take thy mantle, answer the call To face the darkness swirling within; Let ink stand witness—let the blackness fall I call the pool; abyss—reveal thy skin
At first it is a roar, a restless tongue of light licking the night clean. Every crackle insists on its own bright living.
By Sara Cabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Moon, I’ve waited for the silence to deepen— for the day’s noise to dissolve so I could finally speak to you. You, who have leaned above every ocean,
