art

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

Once Upon A Time
A Burning Desire reminiscent of my Past On a cold Winter Night when I was just a Lass It was then that I met A kind Gent standing by the Fire
By Ocusan M2 years ago in Poets
Resilience of the Human Spirit
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
The Inner Voice
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
Connecting the dot
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
Coimbresque. Top Story - September 2024.
"And in the blonde wave of weightless light Gilding my path Went her hair pile"(Porfirio Barba-Jacob, The lady of burning hair)
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
The Timeless Beauty of Stained Glass Art
Stained glass has long been admired for its ability to combine functionality with stunning visual appeal. From its origins in grand cathedrals to its use in homes and public spaces today, stained glass art continues to inspire with its vibrant colors and intricate designs. If you’re looking to add a unique and artistic touch to your space, stained glass can be the perfect choice, offering both beauty and character. You can explore a beautiful selection of stained glass birds in the GlassArtStories online store.
By Susan Scava2 years ago in Poets
BRUSH STROKES OF LOVE: A CHANCE ENCOUNTER - PART THREE
The rain had softened to a gentle drizzle, and the mist clung to the cobbled streets like a delicate veil. Elena’s heart was still pounding from her unexpected encounter with David earlier in the art gallery. His presence had stirred something within her, a feeling she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge for years.
By RUMUMBA James2 years ago in Poets
malleable
paint me like da Vinci mold me like i am malleable i want to drip down your fingers like paint. draw on my skin everything i have forgotten
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
magic
i dreamed you up from stardust and you gave the moon a halo. for a fleeting breath you took mine and a minute stood like the misty blue sky
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
Life orbits
Thoughts swirling like autumn leaves. Dancing on winds of forgotten memories Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears Fragile moments, lost in the passing years.
By Sara C2 years ago in Poets
The suburbs
There's a house down this leafy street, Smoke caressing the grey sky— Neighbors gathering, stunned faces, Gaping mouths, masked concern.
By Yasmin Yonis2 years ago in Poets
Belonging
Swayed under the shore of life, Found a purpose that is to strive, Left in the cold of the fragile night, To awake in the room full of beautiful sights.
By Farah 2 years ago in Poets