Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
All lies beget lies The darkness is where your truth resides Next to my heartbeat You’ve become the air I breathe Endless cycles of us
How could I scrimp and save In unbridled expression of My amorously impassioned meditations and Deepest grieving affectations?
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
You want to vanish? Really disappear? Roll out of bed And look in your mirror *** Over 117 billion Human souls ever born
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
She looked at me like the truth was mine to say— like I could name the stars and they’d stay lit. And I wanted to. God, I wanted to.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Your poem's a posture. A throne on a hill made of rules you wrote yourself. A sermon in lowercase. All purity, no peril.
By Danielle Katsourosabout a year ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
They slice away, blood-warm, with a sigh of red staining the white porcelain. Candlelight puddles at the edge of the wineglass,
By Salem Youngblood about a year ago in Poets
All the Colours of Green Green is more than grass, more than hedges trimmed neat. It’s peeling paint, a broken light, a back lane full of weeds.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Under moonlit artificial night The ceiling skylight mirrors the sky Stars peek down in awe...watching Van Gogh Melting Salvador Dalí and The Persistence of Memory
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
Close your eyes. Feel the base pump in your heart and your soul. That is all it takes to be back on that beach with the man of sex
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Poets
