Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Golden tongues reach for the sky, Dancing shadows flicker by. Warmth that flickers, fierce and bright, Burning through the darkest night.
By Maverik3 years ago in Poets
Certain habits keep on coming Have to stay strong yeah no lie…. In my circle no squared minds Upon myself I do rely…. I’m one of one & I ain’t them
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for January 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Poets
the teapot is loud like a train coming down tracks both are welcomed sounds . . . [12/17/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I should not compare Brilliant prose to my own But it’s addicting
By Jemma Jae3 years ago in Poets
In the silence of the night, I hear your name, Echoes of a lost love, lighting the flame. The stars whisper secrets, in an eternal language,
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
I’ve never been too good at writing in my own voice, In fact, if I had a choice, I don’t even know what I’d sound like. I spent a long time chasing this identity,
By Bridge Theory3 years ago in Poets
Inexplicable pain, imprisonment of a spiritual vendetta I am a fallen atheist prophecy In the mists of a soul dying religion.
By Irvin 3 years ago in Poets
So picture this: The city throws its hats in puddles; They do not sink but float. February thunderstorms, whirlwinds and blizzards;
By Andrei Z.3 years ago in Poets
Whispers on the breeze, seed pirouettes in the sky, earth's cradle beckons.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
you worship every pristine thing but you kept on digging puddle of ignorance lit a torch, spelling word by word you look smarter when covered in falsity
By Mufiida3 years ago in Poets
The heart ache I feel is not for the love, that was lost, Nor the money that never landed in my way, Not for the time I spend while I toil at work,
By R N Sharma3 years ago in Poets
