art

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

Breathe
Take a breath Slowly go to sleep All alone in the dark Fall to your knees and weep Woke up in a nightmare Tiny hands get used
By Raine Fielder5 months ago in Poets
NOT ATTACHED
Many things are not attached Cannot understand you know…. Try and hit them with the facts Like a bomb they go and blow….
By Haychie_Artist5 months ago in Poets
Queenie
I wrote this in 1967. I am sharing from my creative analog world of 1967 to my very digital world in 2026. Adobe Firefly Once I was among a group
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Poem
Lollipops are my favorite candy. One was tasty, it melted into my denture. I was so serious checking my bank which is devastating. Then I tried to take my lollipop out my upper denture came out too. Not gross guys, it is a nice thing to chew ones food. I laughed out loud.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
if not me
this poem is about doing the right thing especially when it is unpopular, because it is unpopular. *******************************************
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
Like Maryann Jolie
To live in a house of your dreams, with fields stretching farther than the eye can follow— to wake in gladness and sleep in the same sweet light.
By llaurren's reads5 months ago in Poets
a stand~a fall
movie “The Lord of the rings”subtext In J.R.R.Tolkien's book, Gandalf originally says 'You cannot pass!' Y O U. C A N N O T. P A S S
By Diana5 months ago in Poets
And the Jesters
The Identity Revealed Only when Enunciated will be found After the Smoke Comes Out human popes in toilet under same dome with Sistine Chapel’s Creation by Michelangelo 😁😂😄
By Diana5 months ago in Poets
The last impression
The straps of justice, sweet and provocative, lusting like an attentive listener, patient and never pushy, gripping, enrapturing, but never sinister,
By Gambit5 months ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Oracle
Crimson Moon Oracle Beneath the blood-lit lunar flame, The silent pines forgot my name, A river drank the scarlet sky, While shadowed spirits wandered by.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Plagiaristic Poet Goes Wilde
The Prompt Write an acrostic using the word DISTRACTION. Read all about it here This is an attempt to fuse the Vocal Acrostic Challenge with the Titles of Stories by Oscar Wilde. There are two that I had to shoehorn in but all these are creations of the great Irish writer.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
The Lantern Beyond the Night
This ghazal reflects on a love that exists like a distant light — unreachable, yet constantly guiding the soul. Through lanterns, rain, and moonlit longing, the poem explores how some presences remain alive within us even when they are far beyond our grasp.
By Rahatweb Website5 months ago in Poets