Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Building dreams one thought at a time Saving for the future, counting each dime Praying tomorrow will be better than today
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets
Violet Phases, Silent Spell A thin curved whisper, in a violet sky, It leans like a secret, it refuses to die. Night breathes low, in a hush so deep,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
None can wake someone willing to dream, thou unplug from vending machine 😂😇
By Diana6 months ago in Poets
Inside and out I live without doubt Free as a bird flying high -into the endless blue sky Up or down I will not frown Because life is too short
UK going down the drain Full of crap just like a stain Civil war Is round the corner…. Might as well call David Blaine Use his magic and his tricks
By Haychie_Artist6 months ago in Poets
When desire sees, What gazed at awe, Beyond believes, Now appal. Unfulfilled. After all lies fell, nakedness Displayed
I walk all alone on the darkest of nights; I look for the answers, I search for the light. I search on for hours, the question so clear,
The earth, our mother, Gorgeous both by itself and Improved by people. The Water, 1965 Life-giving water, Plentiful, renewable,
By Lana V Lynx6 months ago in Poets
A Dark Wing for a Birthday The crow sits where the heart should open, black feathers drinking in the light, its gaze steady, knowing too much,
The Missing Pieces Speak Half a face, and still it breathes, still it tries to remember its own shape, lines trembling where the edges break,
Question of firsts . Is it in who asks first? What does the asking? Question is which that procedes? Then, the question is addressed to whom?
I learnt last April aperire means open not legs, tho For Greeks and Romans April of Rebirth and regrowth Was dedicated
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
