Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A kiss begins simply, just two breaths colliding, a pause where language forgets itself. Yet when it’s you, it gathers weight,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Once I wore the morning crown, My throat a fountain of liquid gold, Each note a bridge from earth to sky, Each trill a story being told.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
“We need you to come in.” No reason, no answers to my questions Just two steps from the door now Standing somewhere outside time
By Krysta Dawnabout a year ago in Poets
Across the golden Mara, a lone lion limps through whispering grass. One eye shadowed, one scar deep as sorrow, his mane tangled in the winds of battle.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
Across the worn roads of silence, you walk — not for glory, but because the earth still asks your footsteps to remember it.
Dear Friend, It's late and I'm awake. I decided to write to you because I truly miss your silver gaze. I went outside to see if you were in the sky only to find your brilliant face was hidden behind a puff of clouds.
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
When Love Turns Difficult: Hafez’s Iconic Ghazal Introduction Among Hafez’s most celebrated works is the ghazal beginning with the famous line:
By Azadeh ilabout a year ago in Poets
Lying and me—me and lying I barely remember a time when— my mind didn’t failsafe into a lie ~ not much in recent years—but,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
set fire to the sky embers falling to the earth splendor of our worth
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Tables sprawl across the driveway's width, Laden with the archaeology of living— Chipped coffee mugs that held a thousand mornings,
***Authors Note: The song I listened to while creating this poem is Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson.*** Darkness and light combine into me,
decomposition nature's chorus of decay as fallen leaves crisp. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: For the Fallen Leaves Challenge.
