art

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

Nature’s Ephemeral Beauty
In the wild heart, where secrets weave, Wind and willows blend reprieve. Golden sun, in morning’s sheen, Dances with leaves, a tranquil scene.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
So Be It
At peace, feeling calm yet struck with anxiety Looking for the light and in it's entirety The path grows winding and my vision is blur
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
“I WOKE UP ALONE”. Content Warning.
ART BY MICROSOFT CO-PILOT PHOTOS BY VICKI PHOTO BY VICKI JULY 2003 SONG WRITTEN BY VICKI IN YEAR 2000 MUSIC BY SUNO INSTRUMENTS & STYLE CHOSEN BY VICKI
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Fake News. Top Story - August 2024.
A poem written by me in 2020, as I was discovering my evolving sexuality later in life, amidst the chaos that unfolded that year. This is a swirl of a conversation between both myself, as well as the discourse around ignorant people who are intolerant to queer folks. For most of us, understanding our queerness and owning it can come with a lot of guilt and shame.
By Ashley Antunes2 years ago in Poets
Her Adoration of Toile de Jouy
In a world of patterns, she found her delight, A love for Toile de Jouy, shining so bright. With its intricate scenes, so gracefully drawn,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Serenity
Dreaming in silence Roaring thunder lightning bolts Sleeping through the storm 🌦️🌦️🌦️🌦️🌦️ Peaceful morning sun Splashing puddles after rain
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
Veil
Eyes unblinking. Staring at a world filmed in gossamer. Soundless, countless feet. Hours and days. Constant spinning. Spinning tales of home.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Not to get into the game is a kind of advanced life wisdom
I think the reason I like being alone. It's because I know that If I'm alone. I know that if I'm alone, no one will bother me or change my mood.
By Jack.song2 years ago in Poets
Magister operis epici - Ode ad Creatores Vocales
Friends, Rommi, countrymen, contemporaries I stand tall before you as a man, a crusader purveyor, ab.-.user of words, mispelings,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Heartfelt Symphony
In twilight’s embrace, hearts gently sing, Melodies of love, on soft strings, Whispers dance through the night air, Tender moments we share,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Enchanting Summer Nights
Summer nights unfold, Stars weave tales in velvet skies, Moonlight’s gentle touch. Fireflies dance in twilight’s hush, Dreams whisper through the warm breeze
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Wild
In the wild heart where whispers grow, Songs known by wind and willows flow. Tales spun by sun’s golden glow, In leaf dances and river’s flow.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets