Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I miss you mum I burst out crying Yeah them times we both were flying Out to the market off we went I was there with you we spent
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Let’s dance in circles, just for kicks, Forget the rules, forget the tricks. The world’s a stage, and we’re the show, No script, no lines, just let it flow.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
When Love enters I feel myself When Love enters I can be safe When Love enters I wanna dance When Love enters I feel no shame
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
Early Life and Influences Gorman grew up with a deep appreciation for language and storytelling. Raised by a single mother, an English teacher, she developed an early interest in poetry and literature. Despite facing challenges such as a speech impediment, Gorman’s determination to express herself pushed her toward mastering the art of performance poetry. She often credits this speech difficulty with sharpening her focus on the rhythm and musicality of language.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
"External beauty only goes so far I'm more concerned with who you actually are-- Way deep inside! Come out now, Clyde, there's no need to hide!
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
Breathe in— the air tastes of morning, cool, sweet, like dew resting on the tongue. Breathe out— a slow release, soft as a drifting cloud.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Remember me I wish the future was bright And full of stars But I know soon We may be far There will be many scars Because they hate this world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sitting in a room, full, causes anxiety Words, can never escape It ends up like makeup Putting on a face to make it easy
By Lady Psyren2 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer Within I walk a path, both bright and dim, A winding road carved deep within. The stars above, the earth below,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
Some days, like today, I do not wish to dream. I only want to gaze at the sky, Trace constellations with my thoughts, Smile back at the moon,
By Shimnom2 years ago in Poets
Yer a bonnie wee lassie it's true ah pinch mahsel' when ah contemplate life wae ye by mah side day-in day-oot tho' we scale the
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
A whispered promise, a tender touch Sparks ignite, and the flame grows too much To contain the fire that rages inside As the body trembles, and the soul takes flight
By Sara C2 years ago in Poets
