art

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

Same Stories
Doesn’t this happen every time During the day Always using the same plans At the end of the day Get some sleep and have a dream about what you desire
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Fantasy
**Whispers of Fantasy** In twilight’s hush where dreams ignite, Beyond the veil of fading light, There lies a land not carved by time—
By MST REHANAabout a year ago in Poets
A Typo Tale in Technicolor
There comes a moment in every writer’s life—whether professional, casual, or somewhere in between—when the words escape the page and rebel. Not dramatically. Not maliciously. But with style. With flair. And most of all, with typos. And in one particular story, they did it with purple paint.
By Habibullah khan about a year ago in Poets
Tool Structure (Art)
For this great "tool structure," Art collectors, gatherers, All pieces, A work of art for Which will stand One support Like a mighty tree... Thus, this land Shall not depart For all eternity With this great, great "tool structure." Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
"Whispers in the Blooming Field"
In fields where roses gently sway, My heart finds peace in your sweet way. Like morning sun through misty air, Your love is warmth beyond compare.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Peaceful Mountain Companions
In emerald fields where rivers gleam, A horse and camel share a dream. The mountain stands with snow-crowned grace, Its mirror shining in the lake’s embrace.
By Muhammad Yarabout a year ago in Poets
Beats. Top Story - May 2025.
The bass note thrums low in the bellies of the dancers and they move with its hypnotic call. Arms raised, they hail the DJ,
By Deborah Robinsonabout a year ago in Poets
Quiet Reverie
She dipped her head in the water as she washed the cleanser from her skin. This. This was a real highlight of her day. That one moment,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Where Is My Home
The sky stretches its vast blue hands, catching my questions like falling stars— each one a burning reminder that heaven is supposed to be home.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Child's Journey Through Enchanted Forest Trail
In a forest green where the tall trees sway, A child rides a camel through blooms on the way. The air hums softly with whispers of leaves,
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
always gawking at. Content Warning.
never stops the balance the justice the watching everything always gawking at what isn’t there heavy on the evening when people are
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
A Long Poem
Long Longer than 3 words Longer than 3 lines Don’t even have to rhyme Purposeful writing Opening minds Emotional expression
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets