art

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

Search me for a Flaw
Search me for a flaw I’m sure you’ll find a few Deflect and project This game is nothing new If I’m thrown off balance And stumble with the truth
By Raine Fielder5 months ago in Poets
“The Light‑Weight Coffee Ballad”
This is a light weight video from Sweetie Bird. She had Mom, Vicki, me, turn off the news to have fun today. Taking a break. No Folgers for me, just light weight humor, and light weight coffee with no acid to burn through the atmosphere,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Gold
The watch strapped to my wrist, doesn’t just tell the time, it tracks every ghost of the nights I’ve spent chasing it. You say, “Think bigger.”
By Anees Kaleem5 months ago in Poets
Diamond in the Rough
She wasn’t planned, nor conceived; derived from an everlasting love. Made out of a naive confusion; and an idea, you can’t get rid of.
By Alaine Hay5 months ago in Poets
The Blind Man Who Saw Jesus
The Blind Man Who Saw Jesus A shadowed road beneath worn feet, Dust rose slow in summer heat, Voices passed without a name,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Moments When Choosing (Art-Inspired Poem)
choosing art is the the pit choosing art the glit watching waiting for the hit like at noon when new straw hats shows a bit and the water caustic and cracked! those moments when... choosing choosing choosing choosing choosing choosing choosing. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith5 months ago in Poets
Restful Strokes Of Art
Restful Strokes Of Art The colors drift slowly across my mind Soft waves of silence untangle the night Black rivers curling through scattered light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
luteal, forever!
Harrowing days, subtle yet searingly painful. Broken glass gently pressed into skin until it bursts, and the stream of blood is uncontrollable.
By Alys Revna5 months ago in Poets
BACK ON
Focus back on levelled up Winning what I do with cup Push myself and be creative…. Only way to go Is up ‘Long the way It will get tough
By Haychie_Artist5 months ago in Poets
What Did You Do?
I made art. * I spoke truth as I saw it, led with feeling and heart, did my best to douse the flames of mass delusion. *
By David Muñoz5 months ago in Poets
Pain of birth
through be, part of is paradox par excellence, multiverse vellum
By Iris V.5 months ago in Poets
Your own life goes
Every time I look, I see death in the mirror And every time I look Death seems a little clearer So, I don’t know what to do
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets