Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
We enter the world with fists curled tight, Grasping at light we cannot yet name. We leave it the same — palms slowly opening,
By Algieba6 months ago in Poets
We are not islands carved from solitary stone, But tapestries threaded by hands we’ve never known. Each breath a shuttle gliding through the warp of years,
We are not the stories we tell ourselves at night, Nor the roles we wear beneath the glaring light. We are the quiet scaffolding beneath the skin —
Copper in the low light Poison on a slow night Moment like a match head Praying I will strike it just right I gave you all of my good side while you showed me yours
By SUEDE the poet6 months ago in Poets
I fear not dying, for death can only offer something brighter than my life, I fear not the Lord’s anger at my words. Pain or strife
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets
Gilded Quiet A face of silence, shaped in molten grace, Where no breath lingers, yet presence remains, Each curve remembers a hand once steady,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
who is whom, indeed. a name was needed for the insulting ambiguity the mockery and glares and the compliments that tear
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
Some have "beauty", Some have brains, Some have every thing to gain. Some have time, Some have money, Some are drawn like flies to honey.
By Sarah Wentzel6 months ago in Poets
The pain I feel, the cruelty I see All go away when you’re close to me Though it may seem crazy, or even wrong But these feelings I have for you are so strong
Happy Poetry Month, you fragile flowers and overflowing, oversharing, lovesick, rageful poets~ Your amazing 4WORDS team has (at the very last minute, shh) put together some bangin’ poetic prompts for you all. Que bueno. You’re all welcome.
By 4words6 months ago in Poets
In this dark void, listening to red words like a sharp knife cutting arms and seeing black veins. ... A heart without colour,
By Lucripa6 months ago in Poets
What’s respect If not have manners Low IQ ones look like spanners Either have It or you don’t Learn at least oh no you won’t
By Haychie_Artist6 months ago in Poets
