Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I am a mushroom mami I bloom in dark and damp places. Places that most of us avoid. I thrive where things decay Mouring losses where hope once laid
By Ashley Antunes3 years ago in Poets
What if I told you- you are the witness to my life. . Would I be speaking selfishly? . Bringing to life, Humanities resolution
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Poets
The moon in me is full of emotions, Contractions of substance, Mending devotion. Ever changing and forever moving, Within and beyond.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár3 years ago in Poets
Speck- led, escalop/ed, opalesce plea * spli/ced, s.l.i.c.e.d (looped) scope * lace like c o o l e d solace * special dose;
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Can’t be stacking all my sins Tryna throw them In the bins Major minor take a pick…. Thank me later with the wins I’m not perfect but I’m solid
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
With silver tongue and mind alight and keen, The ENTP, a wit of cunning art, Engages all in vibrant, playful scene, Their logic sharp to pierce the deepest part.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
With silver tongue and mind alight and keen, The ENTP, a wit of swift discourse, Engages all in vibrant, mental scene, Their playful logic, an enchanting force.
In twilight's hush, Trees murmur secrets softly, Soul finds peace in whispers.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
~ Imagine - listening to his sweet melodic voice imparting words of love. But it comes to your realisation that you'll only understand the speech if the voices in your head quiet down from battling with the complexities of love.
By Kodah3 years ago in Poets
two sheep in a field, one fat, one skinny ,The fat one's pride was quite the scene. She flaunted her meat without a care, Made the skinny sheep's heart wear and tear.
By “M”3 years ago in Poets
Disagreement, bottled up, Fission manifest in full; Complete. Journey forced, allied by skill, Cold land calls-- Beckons me home.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man3 years ago in Poets
‘ODE TO DANDELIONS SPORES & SNIFFLES Dandelions are so pretty, Standing as a tower between blades of grass As they sway in the wind spreading their leaves
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
