art

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

Love is probably the best thing...
Love is probably the best thing apart from chips or fries it depends on where you are in the world no, not whether chips or fries is better than love
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Loveforms
Storge love I've understood from infancy to adulthood Eros love that alluded me until I hit my twenties Philia love that has gone
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
10/6
***************************** Down by the river in tulgey woods A thicket of cocoons There was a spiralling tree A butterfly nests in the glades
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
In another life?
Right person, wrong time Hearts as one, yet world declines Perfect timing, Where are you? Heartbroken, now I'm blue. The universe is giving us a sign.
By Alexander Cook2 years ago in Poets
Like Always
[This poem is in a jpg because I feel deliberate spacing is important.]
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Creative mindset
This beauty is sometimes untold The Imaginable darling picture that unfolds This picture is so special that it will never overloud
By Mary Walls2 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Memories
Soft winds hum through ancient trees, whispering stories in trembling leaves. Sunlight dances on rippling streams, painting gold across childhood dreams.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Stream of Consciousness.
There’s something ethereal, ever so peculiar, When consciousness spills into a stream— A rush of complexities that drown and lift,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Static hearts.
Flashing lights and neon scars, Chasing echoes in the dark. We were fire, we were sparks, Now we’re fading into stars. *
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Faraway skies
Hold my hand, don’t look behind, Roads keep changing, so do I. Somewhere past the edge of light, We’ll be more than yesterday’s sight.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
A VISION OF FREEDOM
Emotions run with a pace so fast that no man could Bare to endure, fear felt from just looking at the Gaze of an audience longing for the fruit of your Minds apple, the crowd reaching for a clearer view Of the sunlight piercing through the congregation of Unfamiliar faces.
By Obakeng Masego Mooketsi 2 years ago in Poets
Who wants to live their dreams?
These eyes are the portal towards Your deepest dreams, Let its magic flow like moonlit streams, . Like a candle's wax, let the darkness melt
By MT Poetry2 years ago in Poets