Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The moon is loved no matter what phase she unfolds, her phases, offering beauty and opportunities, a reflection of life's ways,
By Anon3 years ago in Poets
I close my eyes and see a lavender haze, in my mind's eye that takes me to a mysterious place, leaving me in a daze. 💜✧･ﾟ: *🟪💟
I was staring at the water one day, its surface rippling with an effervescent grace, and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?" ༄༄༄༄༄
In a desert, beautiful night Laying in a pile of stars looking at a sand filled sky, truly A star is born bright * Bemusement bare, transfixed, a sight
By Jennifer David3 years ago in Poets
everyone is angling to elude Elimination so when your aim is to Create you must resist Intimidation not to shy away from edifying Valuation
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Poets
I swirl the milk into my Thai iced tea, Bright orange leaks down to swallow translucence. I don't remember who I used to be.
By Harbor Cecille3 years ago in Poets
Death perceived so bright aglow In your grasp your hold so tight Round and round the wheel I go. ~~~ Stars aligned the sky so bold
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
Everything hinged on one dream, But it sunk in a sugar-tar land Draw up a new escape scheme. - Gates crumbled; the sun snuffed her beam
By Jemma Jae3 years ago in Poets
Break away from this condemning, modern fate Rip away the shackles that bind and smother your inner fire Hurry now, for time is short, and it’s almost too late
By Colton Babladelis3 years ago in Poets
the dominoes stood ready, anticipating a single moment to begin so they may fall one by one at each other's side. i dare to ask a question,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
she thinks she was born without a heart or she might have given it away to the broken men she’s bedded or the women she held
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
With every stroke, a canvas comes alive, A palette of emotions, colors swirl, In artistry's embrace, dreams learn to thrive.
By Līva3 years ago in Poets
