Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Love me; That's all I ask. Breathe fire into me, One that I have never known, Show me your heart, Only then, inside me,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
I imagined it. Intense images illuminating. Icy images interrupting. Images invasively inviting. Illusions, intrustions!
By Pakk Camacho3 years ago in Poets
write that love letter, take them to that date, buy that gift, give that compliment, make that joke, take that road trip,
By esther hope3 years ago in Poets
I awake to the dawn of dusk in cool empty sheets In the mirror I look at the face of an uncanny being I move towards the breakfast table with six seats only to end with a quickly fleeing
By Joseph Hernandez3 years ago in Poets
The taste of raspberries always reminds me of my grandma. Of spoonfuls of freezer jam in my oatmeal (that she made from the raspberry bushes in her backyard, and maybe from
By Colton Babladelis3 years ago in Poets
In the bustling hive where we unite, My colleagues gleam with radiant light. Each soul a star in the office sky, Together, we soar, we laugh, we try.
By Aifuwa Emmanuel3 years ago in Poets
Living life, everywhere, every place, Living with purpose, not just in a race. Whoever helps us in countless ways, Why then seek only self in this maze?
By Emma Rose3 years ago in Poets
there are two different types: 1. You do well: you get promoted / leave for a better paid job 2. You don't do well: you get the sack.
By Mohammad Aqib3 years ago in Poets
I am doubtful so I am stronger than I know I am proud yet low ----- ------- ----- Still I join the wake Still I know nothing but fake
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
Her skin darkened by the sun Hair always under a scarf You should see her children I imagine their source was stunning She gave it all up for them
I’m a chameleon One in a million Which only means there are a thousand others like me You may not like me My skin is rough
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
The darkness he brings is only sickness or could it be eternal bliss I'm trapped in this internal mess I don't know if I need to get out of this
By Jessica Burby3 years ago in Poets
