Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
No matter how expensive Succulent Opulent And fragrant They may be You'll never smell the flowers on your grave ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
✍️ Full Story (Word count: approx. 1700 words) (This story is based on real emotions. Names and events are altered for privacy.)
By Kevin Hudsonabout a year ago in Poets
As I stand—accused and adored, derided and divine— I command the stage I built for my own becoming, and direct the best I have to give—
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The spiraling, circling spines curling in on itself in reflection of hostile company, cruel world, near taking away operculum’s necessity.
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets
This body has crossed oceans of raging waters has been lost in storms at sea. Its possibilities are endless; its power is still surprising me.
By Raistlin Allenabout a year ago in Poets
I started with nothing, not even a plan, Just calloused hope in a working man's hand. No golden degree, no mentor near— Only doubt, and a dream, and a mind unclear.
By Rahimullah Mohmandabout a year ago in Poets
I swear, the stars were arguing tonight— spinning out like lovers who stayed too long in silence. You ever feel the sky blink? Like really pause
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Life doesn’t pause—it shifts its shape, It doesn’t heal, it learns to drape Soft silence over empty chairs, And plants new flowers in the tears.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
What will come of it? Of Following my dreams? Of sharing what I find so dear? Peace will come of it. A soul racked with unshared desire.
By M. W. Larsenabout a year ago in Poets
Love at First Glance One Glance. One Risk. One Forever. Poetry: First Glance A single look—just one, no more, A spark that set my soul aflame.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
I want a goddamn break I want to shave my head I want to dye it purple I want drag make-up I want bold lips I want screaming
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
