Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Light in the dark, I question your dismay, call into question the rain in this may, somehow no clouds in the sky, yet a tyrant rain,
By Gambit4 months ago in Poets
The night was still, save for a breathless sigh that wandered pale through chamber, hall, and stair. And though no mortal shape disturbed the eye, I felt a presence lingering somewhere... Not seen, but sensed.
By Amber4 months ago in Poets
“The One in the Grey Shirt” (A poem for the challenge — spooky, literal, unseen) I felt it before I saw it that soft pull of air
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
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By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Eid Mubarak to my people All them muslims round the globe…. Check our drip It’s pearly white Shine the light we wear our thobe….
By Haychie_Artist5 months ago in Poets
A phantom winter chills my limbs Though I stand in full sun. Water laps my ankles, pulling, pushing, The scent of summer flowers
By Sarah Penney5 months ago in Poets
You speak no words So how do you explain And expect me to change With no words spoken I stay the same
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
2. The world on the page became sheer darkness The light that I wrote was under attack Not by accident or coincidence But for the sake of dramatic effect
By Levi Dickson5 months ago in Poets
22 years of pain and patience Arsenal fans went through It all…. Went competing not competing Through those years we hit the wall….
by Priscilla Kachipapa Phiri I felt a presence, Very heavy and intensely fixated on me. Far, far away from where I stood.
By Priscilla Kachipapa 5 months ago in Poets
Our troubles remain, but for a moment, shelter in this fantasy.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden5 months ago in Poets
We Make Jesus Weep By Our Actions Children cry in broken houses Families sleep beneath despair While greed keeps building golden kingdoms
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
