Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The horizon hums where the ocean meets the sky, A seam stitched by unseen hands, Clouds tumble as if to greet the waves, Each curve alive with shimmering secrets.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Maybe some people are better as memories Sometimes they’re just not that interested in you or me Let them flee If they care
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
On a sleepy moon's day, a cataclysmic eruption in my dear mother's womb ushered my birthing entrance to this fair world, a world in turmoil,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
A snowy road going along through the woods going home.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
Shield this mighty warrior. Restore his heart to how you made it in the beginning. As he watches the light, may he long for the light haven that you are, God.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
In the hum of the city, the pulse of the feed, Where silence is a relic, a forgotten need, We chase the next echo, the digital call,
By F.R.B.2 years ago in Poets
In the midnight hush, a soft light hums, A glow that lingers where darkness comes. Fingers trace the glass, a fleeting caress,
Bitter shivers sent down his mind His little monsters left behind. The creatures made of ghastly lies, Snapping teeth Shredding claws.
By Madison B. 2 years ago in Poets
New year started off a cold one Layers on with tea I’ll hold one I’m outraged there’s people lost Killing people at their cost (R.I.P.)
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
I found an old journal of a girl I used to know, her heart was broken again and again waiting till the day she could find her light.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
All we really want, I think, is to be understood. To know * we are seen from our Truth, our reality: our damage, our *
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
5 Jan 2025, Night Milanese nights Waiting for you, Feels endless I think about you- Time’s restless; *** I fill the void
By Cyrus2 years ago in Poets
