art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Zuri's Soul Food Kitchen
This is a part of OUTSTAGES CAFE, a paranormal virtual event. Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie and Vicki. This a and will include actual footage of our experiences.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Asphalt Beach
Were you unsatisfied Only throwing me overboard? Must you have used the weapons That scarred your flesh? Did you taste my blood
By Peter Ellisabout a year ago in Poets
(in my head)
I want to... but stop I need to... but what's the point I think... but who cares anyway I jibber, jabber like some kind of
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Unrivalled Bliss
I feel so often not good at all "I'm okay" the perfect mask perfect lie I feel so often not good enough "I'm okay"
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Mask. Content Warning.
In this moment, My clouded eyes began to pour— As my lips tasted the pain. Filtered through my pores, A careless moment,
By Unspoken Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
the shadows of my reflection
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The Ticket That Stayed in My Drawer
The Ticket That Stayed in My Drawer For the Summer That Wasn’t Challenge By [waseem khan] The ticket still sits in the top drawer of my desk. Folded in half, edges worn soft from the hundred times I’ve picked it up, stared at it, then put it back.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
A Soul
The way you looked at me— as if I’d already told you everything without saying a word— that’s when it started. Not a collision,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Becoming The Tree
I. Seed I was a whisper in the wind’s palm, a husk of what if, clinging to the soil’s hem. The earth said, Dig deeper than your doubt,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
The Things That I Can't Say Out Loud
The things that I can’t say out loud. But when I look at you it makes me proud. That I pursued you through thick and grey clouds.
By Jasmine Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets