Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Introduction This is for Aspen Marie's Challenge that you can read about here: The music is, of course, Blondie's Picture This
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
You're staring at me from far away... I catch you every time, but I let it slide away. Tell me if you like me right away...
By Eiman Asifabout a year ago in Poets
Moments mark the soulā but only if we catch them whole, grasp them tight before they slip away. Gratitude grows slowā like age unfolding in quiet turnsā
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
I saw you before the music did. Before the wine glass leaned, before anyone else noticed how your laugh changed the shape of the room.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
They say it's beautiful. Flawless. They say it stirred something deep. Moved them. Changed them. But Iāve seen that shape
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
I walked in the door It hit like a blast The couch was flipped The vase was smashed Dogās tail is wagging Eyes wide with a plea
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
Forget your name. Fold it into paper. Let it drift downstream. Stop replying to echoes. They are not yours anymore. Leave the lights on. Walk into the woods.
By David Mabout a year ago in Poets
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
Itās not a dream, itās a plan & Iāll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
Change. The unwanted epiphany. The glossing over past choices of what could I and what I didnāt I? It is the breaking of the soul.
Only narcissists get upset When called out on their trash Iām out here chasing my dreams And they selling me nightmares I have walked through hell
