art

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

The Wild
The ground remembers us before we learn its name, soft soil cradling footsteps like they belong— a tether, perhaps, to something older, something
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
A Heart at Peace
What is self-love? A person or a cup? Is it bitter as darkness, or sweet like syrup? Do I find it in another’s arms? No, I won't fall for fleeting charms.
By Alexander Cook2 years ago in Poets
Walls
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Beloved
I heard Him calling in the garden 'mongst the trees His singing soothed my soul and brought me to my knees His gentle love filled every single
By Mezmur2 years ago in Poets
graphomania
sleeping is rebelling the logorrhoea makes a shelling invent worlds on company ground for every billion, i keep a pound?
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
stabiliser
it stole my youth now i refuse to believe the age i turn rotten tooth should have fixed me at that young malleable age
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
Decline
The world was beautiful so we celebrated it We picked up our charcoal and sketched what we saw On rock faces we painted the plains and the creatures
By C.Z.2 years ago in Poets
The Path We Walk
The Path We Walk I will take the first step, and place my foot on the road. But when the path stretches far,' will you walk beside me?
By Tulsiverse2 years ago in Poets
DOWN WITH BLOODY BIG HEAD!
So what was it they said? About sanity? Sleeping and dreaming Are not the same There are deepening worlds below They fester and putrefy the mind
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
When Quiet Speaks
Inhale, the soft curve of the moment wraps around you, gentle as a wave folding into itself. Each breath flows— unrushed, unbroken,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In Your Eyes, My World Resides
In Your Eyes, My World Resides In your eyes, I see my fate, A love so deep, no time can fade. Your laughter is my sweetest song, With you, my heart feels safe, belongs. The moon may glow, the stars may shine, But none compare to you, divine. In every breath, in every sigh, I love you more, till the day I die.
By Vijay Verma2 years ago in Poets
again. Content Warning.
still just a bundle of sticks feeding the fungus and becoming compost or burned in pyres fueling the hunt for witches or because it feels good
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets