Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Tiny soldiers, marching bold, A crimson army, fierce and bold. With mandibles strong, they bite and sting, A tiny menace, a fearsome thing.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
In twilight’s tender glow, hearts entwined, Whispers of passion softly rise, Every breath a sweet embrace, Each glance, a spark divine,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In the realm where shadows blend with light, A flicker of magic stirs the night. Stars align in patterns old and wise, As ancient spells weave through the skies.
Beneath moon’s embrace, Stars weave stories in the sky, Night whispers softly, In the dance of light and dark, You’ll find you are not alone.
Still life everywhere requires an appreciative artist; In the quiet in-between moments, in cafés and aboard trains, Life makes painters of us all.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
it's our prime moment pages of history inked legacies preserved!
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
stitch my tongue imbue your signature in my mouth, hit up your local yarn shop and find the most eye-catching colors to needle and thread your way into
By D2 years ago in Poets
i snort white glitter to pretend you are not gone but my nose bleeds and my throat burns. everything is too bright. the sun glares and the windows glare and everyone is glaring at me.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
you traced the marble of my veins until they cracked open to kiss your fingers red. you say you are not guilty but your breath
i cry, i scream, i write poetry for my dark muse it pleases me more than solving his cryptic clues as mercurial retrogradation comes to an end
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Silent are the thoughts that cloud our minds It poses as a disguise, hiding our pain Like the heaviness we feel when a loved one is gone
By Ali SP2 years ago in Poets
A flash of light, a sudden gleam, The lightning laughs, a wicked glee, A playful dance, wild and free. It strikes the earth, a fiery dart,
