Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The era of the abacus is over; computers rule today. No longer is free thought welcome; we’re drones until the grave. Yes, speech is still “free,”
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
Red Flowers in a Broken Sky The flowers rise, like warnings in the air, Their red breath burning through a restless dream,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
thoughts may seem harmless but they can corrode your mind beware before late. Note: We must not let thoughts ruin us. We must cleanse our mindset and harbor good thoughts.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Life Beyond This Earth I did not paint this to please the eye, it came out sharp, restless, almost watching me, lines crossing where they should not meet,
I turned the drawer inside out again last night, fingers chasing dust and old receipts. The small gold band that once circled your finger
By John Smith7 months ago in Poets
🙏 Help me Lord as I’am in grief, Let me pray for his relief. Give your wisdom to this prayer, Make Your wish always be there!
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.7 months ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
By 365poetry7 months ago in Poets
Aibunawa Along came a spider called Freedom Dark and immaculate It spun a sky from nothing And named it Possibility Upon its web I hope and dream
By Kristen Keenon Fisher7 months ago in Poets
Sorry that you’re going through World can see they’re bombing too As a human we can see…. They the ones that started boo
By Haychie_Artist7 months ago in Poets
Sit down an write, they say as though I can conjure up a life for them that is better than their reality, and maybe I can.
By Angel Adagio7 months ago in Poets
sakura blooming people gather to partake ephemeral show. Notw: Cherry flower (sakura) viewing is cultural practice in in Japan. It's called hanami.
Nearer My God To Thee The sea was quiet before the wound, A black stretch holding its breath, Steel confidence cut through the dark,
