Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
There lives a darkness deep within, A shadow cast by light's harsh gleam— It whispers truths I fear to hear, Shows me the person I could be.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
I think you like to watch me suffer You like to hear my pain I think that when it comes down to it You really feel the same
By Brittany 🩷about a year ago in Poets
candlelight, steak and more, the night to remember, as the crow beckons at my door, the night to remember, as she stood there,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
He failed in school, he failed in life, Rejections cut him sharp as knives. KFC said no, the police did too, Even Harvard turned him blue.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
Society It really stinks Dumbass people with their kinks Quality not quantity…. They don’t have I got the winks Can’t be stooping down their level
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
At my table you will find bits and pieces; colorful as a bag of skittles For my favorite are the dull and mundane, dripping in rainbow
By Pōlani Monderen about a year ago in Poets
I sat for hours playing Bessie Smith on the piano. Title: Birthday Blues Psalms 49: A Twang of Wisdom and Feathered Protest
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Feather Holds a Universe Feather shines in a secret night, a thousand stars hide in its veins. Green light trembles against violet,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Language of Hands They speak without tongues, soft syllables pressed in palms, a grammar of warmth, where fingers fold like paragraphs,
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
You can tell from the way she carries the sun not in her hands, but in her stride that she’s never once asked the world for permission.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
I am plagued by people that historically choose every other option except me. I have been taught that out of sight is out of mind for humans too.
By Moni Staxxabout a year ago in Poets
