art

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

Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Long Sleeves
I used to create art Abstract art where lines pirouette through my arms My thighs Unwilling to end, but oh so easy to begin
By Kodah3 years ago in Poets
Shadows of Love
In twilight's hush, where shadows creep, A love unspoken, secrets deep. A stolen glance, a yearning sigh, A love that dares not meet the eye.
By Moharif Yulianto3 years ago in Poets
45 Milles
I sit in the far left lane at a stoplight, one of two left turn lanes. Oblivious, I pay no mind to the white pickup next to me in the other lane. It's a Tuesday night in July, just past 9pm. The light's still red, so I reach for my phone to change the song. Labrinth's "The Feels" comes through the speakers, lifting my mood. I'm headed to play pool with the regulars at my favorite spot, the thought already bringing a smile. The light turns green. Unhurried, I make the turn, feeling at ease as the music plays on.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
The Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Flowers
why do you always have to put me down I tell you my dreams, my hopes and you don’t care All that I am Everything I am , it’s worthless to you
By Aubrey james3 years ago in Poets
A Blast from the Past
Shouldn’t be laughing, but this writer sucks! Oh wait… That’s my handwriting. --------------------------------- Next: ---------------------------------
By Jemma Jae3 years ago in Poets
Burnished Betrayal
You shield your untainted eyes from me? ** Look what you have done. ** Ripping me from the glacial ground when I was just quietly around.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
The Tonalities of Temperaments
Submerged in a blue sadness. Confined in a red madness. Blushingly flushed with pink compassion. Consumed by a golden obsession.
By Megan Bald3 years ago in Poets
Calisthenics
Written for Heather Hubler's unofficial Unscramble Challenge. ~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~ The beauty of strength and amazing core,
By Anna 3 years ago in Poets
Raining Stones
The sky, once velvet, cracks and groans, A weeping wound of shattered stones. No gentle rain, no cooling sighs, But stony tears that pierce the skies.
By Moharif Yulianto3 years ago in Poets