Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Prepping the Dinner Table I like broccoli and I like green beans, but I don't like spinach or collard greens. Pass me some creamed corn or marshmallowed yams,
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
The Dance of Seasons The world turns slow, yet swift it feels, Each season spins its fleeting reels. From winter’s hush to summer’s blaze,
By Galaxiesbuzz2 years ago in Poets
I loved her sincerely and my tears preceded the sighs every day I loved her and my heart wished to be near her to live and not taste death
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Echoes weave the sky, branches sway in quiet dance, air hums with secrets.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Dawn spills softly, a pale and golden sweep, Her touch upon the sleeping fields of green. Leaves shiver, drawn from their quiet sleep,
Pink clouds fill the open air and tease me away from my worries They encompass all that is me and replace my lungs I breathe easy…
By Lincoln Aberdier2 years ago in Poets
The day melts slowly into paint A looking glass fogs, like dust to glimmer in a heavy rain I can smell the rust. Turning inward, what were once enveloped by the commotion of the exterior world become blanketed in a familiar cocoon
HUMANATARIAN WAYS ROCK PEACE, LOVE, UNDERSTANDING, FREEDOM MICROSOFT AI To say for me to not talk politics after all these years
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Spite is delicious when you eat from someone's plate. It makes you feel great!
By Jemma Jae2 years ago in Poets
A nipping change in barometric pressure prods its frosty tongue at the ever warming planet. A gentle kiss is blown by the servant clouds,
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Come let's sit between the candles and dance under the drizzle of rain Let's embrace the star of the sky and dream of what the moon is
By Housekeeping2 years ago in Poets
transfixed, transformed I was as the world slept in wait of the sun's return my former existence is a memory that escapes me,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
