Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
All these sirens have been singing to me, But I've been listening to the wrong melody. Listen to the music of the seven seas.
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
It is the most unabashedly selfish act to wait until judgement day In a vain attempt to shield the perceived unpleasantness of things you wish not say
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
Names seem insignificant when souls encounter I’m choosing to write this at 3 a.m. When the veil is at its thinnest And the thoughts come through unfiltered I need to send these words off and offer them a fighting chance In spite of the signs suggesting otherwise And reality slowly crippling back in at sunrise Divine guidance will show us the way — trust the process love I may have doubted you and I But I will never question destiny I have to go and let the road unfold Yet a part of my soul gets ripped off with every step I take We have been blessed with lives full of wonder Visions of the future and the past And I wouldn’t trade this for the world For if nothing else, we’ll always be storytellers Different essence, same mission and intertwined lives Our pact was to lead each other to the light when things got tough So I had to come get you — something to do with the remnants of a past life As I erase the lines that cut the deepest from my manuscript I’m once again grateful for inspiration Finding its way back to my life when I need it the most We already know all that we ought to And the rest is history Worry not, we’ll meet again
By khalidabout a year ago in Poets
I’m not okay. And maybe that’s finally okay to say. I’ve worn the mask, the smile that cracked at the edges, like a porcelain doll no one dares to drop.
By Muhammad Saeedabout a year ago in Poets
We Began in the Uncounted Hours We didn’t tally the time— only the glances that slowed it, the heat between syllables in midnight hush.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
I sit alone and fancy creating a beloved for myself; Sometimes I paint her eyes black, sometimes I kiss her lips. I sit here planting beads of light in the string of sorrow;
By Rehanabout a year ago in Poets
Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki The veil is thin. The stories are authentic and, Surreal Some are spooky, some are friendly
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
