Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
IT’S NOT A DEAD POETS SOCIETY -at least not as far as I’m concerned- I listen to the poetry of others And although it is most profound,
By Margaret Brennan6 months ago in Poets
Mystically There is a veil that trembles before sight, A thin place where the unseen leans close, It breathes through symbols and quiet knowing,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I leave with a heavy heart: Every time I say goodbye it saddens me to see the tears behind your eyes, and I hate to bring you pain.
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets
Screaming Inside There is a mouth within my silence, Wide as night, and louder than breath, It opens where no one can see me,
I walk in and the smell of books hits me On a mission to find the perfect book Fiction Romance Self Help Non Fiction The list goes on and on
By LaShunta H6 months ago in Poets
Loving you a losing game Had to cheat go hang In shame That Intent to really hurt me…. Did you do that for the fame? Really thought that I was lame?
By Haychie_Artist6 months ago in Poets
What the Leaves Kept Quiet Under a softened sky, they rest without complaint, no rush left in them, no need to cling to branch or height,
I have walked these roads again and again Longing for love and those I might call friend But the paths set before me are not easy to endure
Introduction This is my ninth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful artwork. It is also my 3,600th Vocal publication.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Where The Small Bird Waited It sat among the branches, where the berries softly grew, A flicker made of warmth and flame, against a softened view,
Petals That Remember Soft sits the morning on a quiet breath, A small bright heart upon a slender limb, Feathers warmed in blush and tender depth,
A boomerang of lust and gold, I threw with good intent to love, Returns to me as I grow old. My flaws that you will fondly scold
By A. S. Lawrence6 months ago in Poets
