Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem, that crack beneath the stars and stripes, the hiss of something hungry slipping through the seams of a nation that once swore never again.
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
Spirit, blue, inside chaos, besides you, yourself, in a corner of the room, of the world, about to hurl your last stone
By Gambit4 months ago in Poets
Because I am a jazz musician, I seek great poets.Because I am a poet, I seek great jazz musicians. - The Oracle Hour time is hear,
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
~Such a Terrible Life!~ "God Help My Soul!" Last words of Edward Allen Poe! "God help my soul" Such a terrible life, Baltimore killed me... (with their drink),
By Jennifer Cooley4 months ago in Poets
Holding on to my Iman Give It up for man of faith…. World Is so demonic now Do my best until they’re safe…. Character Is what we’re judged on
By Haychie_Artist4 months ago in Poets
why you so quiet? You’re such a vibe. They say I’m too quiet You don’t understand the pain it gives me when I do speak and get ignored
By Cerina Galvan4 months ago in Poets
long after the war is over a single lonely soldier rides home his only companions are the chill and silence while he considers many things
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
A question My - If you have two - And I have two - And you place yours In mine For all of time Do our - stop Being solely our own
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
My mirror asked again the same question Are you going to carry it again? The broken years. The names that still taste like rust.
Had I known it was my last look, I would not have moved stalking along, souls of people unknown wailing My lyre at my hip
By Jazzy 4 months ago in Poets
Put your hand in the box Embrace the pain Embrace the locks Pick the fruits of your desires Nothing but thieves and liars
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Pulled from the chiller The sommelier grips my body And with a flash of the sword cuts my neck My life oozes down my sides
