art

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

As the Light
Breathe in, slow and deep, let the quiet settle. The sky unfolds, brushed with gold, fading into hush. Breathe out, soft as the wind’s touch,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The Fox King
Introduction This is my thirty-fourth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. You can find her on Facebook on the link below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Wandering poet
I wrote my name in the city dust. As I watched it fade with every gust. Now back where wheat fields kiss the sky, I trace my past in sandy sighs.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Twenty Years Ago
Long will I fondly remember the days of tight jeans, flannel shirts, studded belts, weird hair- -All inspired by the music.
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
Love & War Poem
Love and War ~ My Dearest Abagail, I promised to love you forever, As your husband, And you as my wife. ~ I feel it,
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
If You Had Stayed
If you had stayed a little longer, would the stars still shine the same? Would the nights feel a little softer, whispering gently with your name?
By Kamel Saidani2 years ago in Poets
The Things We Leave Behind
I found an old shirt in a dusty drawer, still holding the scent of a time before. Threads worn thin by hands now gone, yet memories stitched where they belong.
By Kamel Saidani2 years ago in Poets
"THIS IS MY JAM"
I WRITE MY OWN WORDS, ARTICLES, STORIES WITH MY BRAIN NOT AI. I wrote this on a whim' yesterday as part of a homework assignment for my therapy sessions. I WRITE ALL WORDS. I purposefully created a non Websters Dictionary slang expressions. This is CREATED AS A FUN JAM! I used Suno AI for creating my music to the song. I have over 20 years of musical training. I do not throw music out there. I spend hours editing my songs, music, & videos. I use stock footage & write my own prompts for my stories, songs, & articles. I downloaded the footage that I pay to use. I edit my editing in my art studio on my PC. I WRITE MY OWN STORIES. NOT AI. I FIND MYSELF AT 75, DEFENDING MY ART, MUSIC, ARTICLES, STORIES, AND MY INTEGRITY HAS BEEN AS TO SOME PEOPLE THINK I JUST THROW IT OUT THERE. I USED TO BE INVOLVED WITH MULTI-MEDIA PRODUCTION. WE ALSO USED STOCK FOOTAGE. I DO NOT HAVE A CAR TO DRIVE ALL OVER LA LIKE I USED TO BACK IN THE DAY. I ENJOY USING AI FOR MY ART PRODUCTION. I WRITE MY OWN STUFF! I STUDIED NURSING, BUSINESS, JOURNALISM, ART, COMPUTERS, AND ATTENDED COLLEGE UNTIL I WAS 52.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Spilled Ink
I didn't do it. So stop looking at me like that. I'm telling you, It wasn't me. You're acting like a bat. Being creepy,
By Adriana Wilder 2 years ago in Poets
The Anatomy of Feeling. Content Warning.
The careful words we bite back, the itch that swells before a sneeze, the way joy blooms under your skin like a sunflower stretching toward spring, and how sadness settles over you—a weighted blanket pressing down to the marrow.Feelings shift like the weather, unique as fingerprints yet familiar as breath. For each of us, at different measures, we all know these tides: the swell, the crash, the quiet, aching in between. We all know it by name- even when we pretend not to. Some mount them like stallions, let their currents chart the way, others build walls against their tides, refuse to speak their shape. But the bloom and the weight are no less real.
By Andra river2 years ago in Poets
I can't find you
I stay up late gazing the stars I hear your voice calling enraged You will be happy in the morning I say But you are gone before I wake
By Mansi2 years ago in Poets
Of Godafoss and Longing
as the light gets brighter, I delight (clearest blue skies, free from smog, electric and telecommunication masts, a dreamlike vision of what could have been, a different reality, an alternative illusion of grandeur)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets