art

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

Praises to the lips
Hidden under the covers, Pink the flesh . Pink the lovers. Sethe as a bud waits to be bloom, Touch through the fingers, Long caresses short lingers.
By Sayaam Harz3 years ago in Poets
Love Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Moonlight Whispers
Moonlight whispers truth, shadows waltz with silent tales, hearts bloom 'neath starlight.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Tale of Unspoken Affection
Explore the world of love's unspoken language by taking this beautiful voyage. "Whispers of Love" delves into the subtleties of love that flourish in silence and the elegance of words left unsaid. Accompany the poet as they decipher the enigmas of love, concealed in the core of the heart, and uncover the profound feelings that surpass words. This moving essay embraces the ability of silent gestures to convey the most profound feelings and encapsulates the subtlety of love.
By Creative Chronicles3 years ago in Poets
I'm A Nobody
A nobody is a priceless value Estimated to be empty with emotions of remorse than a painful disguise of happiness. I've circled around the very same destiny that has tormented my faith
By Irvin 3 years ago in Poets
The atrocious contradiction of existence
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Taylor swift's 'The Tortured Poet's Department' Leaked
Taylor Swift is a globally renowned singer-songwriter, actress, and philanthropist. Born on December 13, 1989, in Reading, Pennsylvania, Swift showed an early interest in music and began performing in local talent shows and events as a child. She moved to Nashville, Tennessee, at the age of 14 to pursue a career in country music.
By mike webster3 years ago in Poets
Of Ice and Strangers
What is the difference between all these people walking by, and the traveling ice floating away, at the mercy of the flow?
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Poets
thinking
i want to throw my head back in the purple sky, the tendrils of my hair catching the stars. i want to see the sun with my eyes
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
Family
A tapestry with threads diversely spun, From elders' wisdom, to a life begun. Grandparents' hands, weathered and kind, Whispering stories of the years they've defined.
By Maverik3 years ago in Poets
LGBTQ+, THE REASON WHY
A tapestry woven with threads of pride, A spectrum of colors, where souls confide. Beyond the binary, a world takes flight,
By bivvon writes3 years ago in Poets
The Stranger
I am nowhere near the person I thought I would become And I am so far away from the person I used to be I am trapped in an ever-fleeting numb
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Poets