Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Four in the African Summer The summer sun beat down, four warriors watched the trees; they could not see what waited there or stirred beneath the leaves.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
An experience quite rare Without possessing much No longer permitted Too high to touch An inn with a rooftop pool Along a strip in Tennessee
By Seashell Harpspring 6 days ago in Poets
The faces inside the blue I never asked a face to come, I never drew an eye, I only moved the colours round, And let the picture dry.
They Rose From The Colours They rose up from the colours, Although I drew no one, They seemed to climb towards the blue, As though their time had come.
Don’t Chase Me Please I Am Taken You smile at me across the room, I know exactly what you mean, You straighten up your pretty dress, And make sure you are seen.
Resist the horror Psychotic torture of war They use to enslave * Thanks for reading! This is inspired by Alyson Smith's challenge of writing a haiku a day for 50 days, inspired by songs and lyrics that are special to her.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Poets
Where the blood pools In crystalline form it possesses The Harpy quarrels with Death They do not play chess The quietus
By Melissa Ingoldsby7 days ago in Poets
Christmas Came Early This Year I know it’s only October, Don’t tell me, I know the date, But Christmas knocked upon my door, And I thought, why make it wait?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Married But Not Taken Married but not taken, well not completely so, there’s something in those eyes of yours that tells me what I know.
Just a flower I am just a flower, Or so they say, Growing where somebody Once threw me away. I never asked for sunshine, I never begged for rain, I simply pushed my little roots Through somebody else’s pain.
Killer snowflakes from the Alps They floated through the sky last night, And travelled with the wind, I watched them falling past my light, And knew something had grinned.
The salamander king of Spain The salamander crawled along the wall, And wouldn’t look away, I said, what’s up, why stare at me, Go outside and play.
