Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
What kind of love do you speak of? When words are only shadows, When the heart is closed, and the soul runs from the light
By A.Petrovski7 months ago in Poets
Been on fire, it burns, it hurts . Flares of pain, to brand the skin. There Is worse pain, I choose to forgive Be on my own, so now I can live
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbell7 months ago in Poets
Revelation 22:11 KJV(i) 11 He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.
By Iris V.7 months ago in Poets
I have many degrees, high quality, but no job, situations did not allow it. And I am also repelled by being tethered to a cubicle,
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
The tunes guide my pen. Boogie creativity, dancing in my head. --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae7 months ago in Poets
Baa baa black sheep How are you so cool? You’ve been sheared up Teared up, beaten down and used Maybe everyone else is just confused
By Raine Fielder7 months ago in Poets
Walt Whitman The Untold Want THE untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
Claim that the effects will last for generations. Where was God? The question rose like smoke from the belly of ships where breathing was borrowed
By Press Release 7 months ago in Poets
Death of the ego... Feels foul blocked at the free throw... In the meanwhile, thinking about blessings from mi amigo Even though the laughing hyena
By El Poet7 months ago in Poets
Road life ain’t the one you know Fighting over some postcode Wake up fricking smell the coffee…. These postcodes ain’t yours you know
By Haychie_Artist7 months ago in Poets
small color palette creates countless works of art stirs deep emotions. Note: It's my privilege that I can paint and make people happy. My color palette makes me happy. I get a sense of ikigai.
