Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I don’t wanna speak in generalizations, but my mother and I, kinda fit the bill! Oil and water just never really mixed; 40+ decades, we don’t still.
By Alaine Hay5 months ago in Poets
I saw the door close But all that you saw was a door that glows The one we carried in our arms Ever drifting away And all that you saw
By Schmalz5 months ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for March 2026 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)5 months ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for February 2026 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for January 2026 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for December 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
The Mythic Intro (Worker of Pathways) Some creations come from effort. Others come from alignment. This one came through a doorway of color, sound, motion, breath, and asked to be witnessed.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
through my teeth i say i am fine i tell myself it is not a lie not if i really want it to be true not if i need to believe it
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
How you effected the whole of my viscera heart, it’s like a stinger was let inside with a sutured kiss. lungs, it’s like helium was frozen inside of them.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago in Poets
THERE USED TO BE A TIME... There used to be a time, when I used to get hurt, But now I am just broken.. There used to be a time,
By Utsarga_writes5 months ago in Poets
“How Poems Die” explores the fragile life cycle of verse—from conception to obscurity—and the quiet forces that decide what is remembered.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
None of us We are not the same But we all feel pain We all feel pain Born to be different Unique in every way But we all feel pain
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
