Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
By imtiazalam6 months ago in Poets
Glib is how you spell confidence Persistence with substance Rushing towards never nothing Something bigger and bolder Pursuit without prejudice
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
Wasting away One day at a time Counting each note Reading each line Shining like the sun Twinkling like the stars Listening to echo’s
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets
I am not very tech-dependent, but am curious, have endless queries. I sure need guidance, especially to find flexible earning paths,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
black, blue, violent right angles stab quiet air still water not safe
By Tina D. Lopez6 months ago in Poets
In a world of conformity I am change In a world of pain I am love In a world of indifference I am understanding In a world of war
Ship Without A Name Wood strains under unseen pressure, a vessel drifting without direction or claim, no map drawn, no voice to guide it,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
the somber light of day hits the same way as pitchfork black night As sleek as a black cat that strolls along the air of midnight, so alive like a million bubbling vibrating pieces of air
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Poets
Entropy Skin It begins at the smallest level, a shift you cannot see, atoms loosening their quiet grip, on what they once held together.
Event Horizon Heart There is a place where light gives up, not in flame, not in protest, but in a quiet surrender so complete,
The world is loud, but hearts stay small, Yet even small hearts carry all. A single breath, a single choice, Can soften stone and lift a voice.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.6 months ago in Poets
He smiled at me Met me with patience We waved
By L.I.E6 months ago in Poets
