art

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

Oh, my heart
Isn't it time for this heart to be satisfied With the calamities it has suffered in life? And my soul's fear of departure and disappearance
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
No room for death or victory
Oh letters of rebellion and ignite the heart What revolutionary for his homeland decided to change the course? Don't make us suffer from the treachery of colonialism
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Voice of the Depths
A voice from the depths appeared to me Depressed as a fire burning with emotions And the sea drowns like me Oh heart between whose ribs the glow of burning grew
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
When will I find my dream home?
If sadness wants to set me free one day Should life give my feelings weight? And the heart must pay its price with sadness
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Just scribbles
And in the warm evenings Sorrows ignited the self And ignited the hot fire And sorrows harmed relationships So what do we do to expel the sighs from ourselves
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
strange feeling
A strange feeling when sorrows touch you And your heart resides and life fills you with sorrows And pushes you towards a deep well to be held accountable
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
The Abyss Of Everyday Life. Content Warning.
A bunch of animals, pretending to be a family. That's what it all was! And everything is smeared in some sort of animal's shit, everywhere, not even an attempt at hiding it no; the vile, ignoble past nagging wholeheartedly from the back of your mind, and that damn sword, dangling above your head, black on one side and white on the other, rusty all over, written in red on its blade ''this too shall pass''...
By YonathanJ - Writer2 years ago in Poets
forever a draft
who would have thought a tiny bleach burn would be a birth scar cutting bangs, tattooing ink she becomes Michelangelo carving David
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets
She and me
From the clarity of being, she dances. Lifting the stars in the palm Of her pretty hand, clad in Light of diamond and gold,
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
Mariah Carey
The beast slumbers for now When she rises no one is sure how There are always signs of her coming Leaves fall, the air grows cold
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
When will you realize, my heart, when exactly?
When will you realize, my heart, that sadness will come At sunset, it will come in moments? And turn my life upside down and occupy my self
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
There is a volcano inside me
From within me? From the depths of my feelings Raging anger? And a raging hurricane They told us: Constitution Stand up you wicked people
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets