art

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

Cinema
Cinema, a world Of lights and shadows dancing Capturing our souls The screen comes alive As stories unfold before us Emotions run high
By Murali3 years ago in Poets
ESTJ's Love Poem
In love, I see no room for whims, for fancies fleeting by, Our bond a fortress built on trust, where goals and dreams can fly.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Does traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Oblivious
Joe’s Emo Poem I’m stuck in purgatory, you have my ticket out but forgot to give it to me. - A lifeless metal shell grey colorless terrain.
By Jemma Jae3 years ago in Poets
one and only. Content Warning.
he tells me that he loves me but he only says it in the dark only with mystery and danger when we can’t see who we are he tells me that he needs me
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Painting
The art and craft store is just filled head to toe of empty canvas’, paint, and brushes. This leaves you to your imagination to go wild.
By Jen Phillips3 years ago in Poets
Keys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
April Showers
The Magic Of Spring Planted A Seed, And The Thought Of Flowers Started To Sprout Vividly… I Think Of The Moment ls With You And Me…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Because I could not stop for Death – (479)
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste
By Kaly Johnes3 years ago in Poets
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could
By Kaly Johnes3 years ago in Poets
A poem about Fate
In the big shadows cast by destiny's decree, Where all the paths get far away and futures intertwine, There lies the dance of fate's long line,
By el hariti adil3 years ago in Poets
The Last Resident
This story took place in the spring of 2018, when my friend and I were 21 years old. We had met in high school and bonded over our shared love of outdoor adventure. There's an old railroad-turned-gravel trail that winds through the heavy forests and valleys near our midwestern town for over 10 miles.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets