art

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

Embrace
Hand in hand, we walk through time’s embrace, Lovers’ steps echo in sacred space, Whispers paint the night in gold, Hearts entwined, stories told,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Graceful Flight
Wings brush morning light, Petals sway with gentle grace, Air hums with soft life. Postscript: This haiku captures the delicate beauty of a butterfly as it flutters through the morning, embodying the serene and graceful dance of nature.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Secrets
Moonlit solitary leaf, Whispers secrets to the night, Glimmers soft and bright. Nature’s quiet symphony, Peace within the silver light.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Beneath
Under skies where twilight fades, Our hearts find solace, undismayed, In the quiet hum of night’s refrain, We dance in love’s sweet, endless chain.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
"WE WALK WE TALK WE SEE". Content Warning.
“We walk, we talk, we see. We feel, we sing, we play. We think we see each other. We have friends, we have no friends. We have people in our lives who stay.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
If tomorrow starts without me, dear, Dawn's first light and birds’ chirping is not for me to hear. The lake will shimmer with the sun rays’ embrace,
By Dr. J.S. VIRK2 years ago in Poets
Low Tide. Top Story - August 2024.
"A rising tide lifts all boats" was coined by President John F. Kennedy and "is mainly used by politicians and economists to convey the idea that if the economy improves, every participant in the economy will be in an improved financial position" (Lisanti, 2022). This zine is a critique of this.
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
would you love me if i was a worm?. Top Story - August 2024.
My first attempt at an independent zine. :) I've become quite a bug lover; if you are too, tell me a fun bug fact! Thank you for reading!
By Muchtar Suryawan2 years ago in Poets
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afraid to see the words on paper that it is not me that it really is him that unmanageable, and totally that out of my control
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
take alternatives. Content Warning.
the hierophant, the backwards fool, and the emperor all find justice together, but just between us it looks good, for a thin surface
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Fall...Carnivals...Cotton Candy and Sugar Delights
This is the time of year, When the air is hinting at being brisk, but still warm. The fall leaves begin to sway and change
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Presque Happy?
as we embrace the thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep promise me the sun will rise again promise me, my love that life is more
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets