Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Once there was a creature .. a creature thst it’s quite majestic and mystical… a creature that has been existed for over billion years ago—-
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
stir the pot thicker than the blood dripping from the thoughts off the top of my head rabble rouser, true art styler, never want to be a hero, rather be the Nero to art
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
born of stardust clever line gives a real sense of direction where this is heading and why the embers of the dying light
literary voyeurism deciphering symbolism I want to be the fly on your wall the one you don't notice anymore the one you feed all your
Beneath hushed whispers, Earth's gentle cradle soothes souls, Endless serenity.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
I'm a king out of time, a T-Rex unfrozen when nothing is mine. I walk down the streets just eyeing the treats, but the little food shrieks
By A. S. Lawrence2 years ago in Poets
lovely and dripping with youth she was worthy of being torn from the well-thumbed pages of women's magazines adorned and adored --
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
I saw a boy one day, in twilight’s tender sway, He stood, where Childers play. His eyes like a star, deep pools of midnight,
By Ian2 years ago in Poets
I, This Temple Indefeasibly Fragile Flesh Fearing Fatality Find Intestines Toasty Pregnant, Propelling Posterity Graspable Gossamer Dusk
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Poets
In the dark I wake from slumber, to watch you sleeping sound. and I think I am a cumber, to peace that you have found. I tug the quilt that neatly wound,
A turning in my stomach, preordained that we should part. The future holds out for old age, and congestion of the heart.
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
