art

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

Holding the Vomit
As you click, as you search, as you stroll through the feed, indulge yourself in the life of someone—someone who stands out from the crowd,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Cleaning Up My Aura
Cleaning Up My Aura I binned the lies they left in me, scraped off their names like rust. Not chasing peace or balance now,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Red
Stops you in your tracks Make you pay attention Sometimes alarm you It can be vibrant Catches your eyes Find it sensual
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Spider and the Fly
اک دن کسی مکھی سے یہ کہنے لگا مکڑا اس راہ سے ہوتا ہے گزر روز تمہارا One day a spider said to a fly in a gentle way, "You pass this path so often, yet never stop or stay."
By Ahmad Dostabout a year ago in Poets
The Skeleton King’s Redemption
They crowned him king in hollow halls, With jewels black and crumbling walls. His bones were white as winter's breath— A monarch carved from lies and death.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
The Stunning Welsh Valley
The Stunning Welsh Valley We stopped the car, looked down into the Welsh valley below. Sheep grazing, the farmhouse. I thought, what a picture of art.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Raven’s Kiss
"The Raven’s Kiss" Beneath the pale moon's, weeping light, She walked the woods in dead of night. A gown of shadows, lips like wine,
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
I am the Queen of Dawn
Born Torn Worn I am the queen of dawn A touch to my lawn, And I spill a venom of pawn, Into the roots of the contagious thorn,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
The Ink in the Wind
In a small village nestled between the green folds of the Valleys of Vareen, there lived a poet named Elian. He was not a man of fame or fortune, nor was he particularly charming or bold. But his words had a way of slipping into hearts like rain into thirsty soil.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipulabout a year ago in Poets
Mirror mirror...
Mirror mirror on the wall Return their karma, to them ALL Map of time, round about I AM the ONE, there is no doubt Space and time, tick tick Tok
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
karma
He calls me an angel and he would know The man is like heaven raining down slow To put out the fire with a moisture of a kiss
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
The wife showed off today
The wife showed off today. “Look what my new tattoo has to say.” The husband laughs, says, “Oh, let’s see, okay.” She showed her arm—he flinched and cried,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets