Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
what will be diff'rent or maybe that's not the way maybe acceptance . . . [11/12/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
i like to sleep alone because my demons do not like strangers and my pillow is soaked in blood. i am nobody’s girl a child of the wind
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
Leaves of gold cascade, Nature's quilt in hues bespoke, Autumn's brushstrokes gently start, Whispers in the wind convey,
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
7 February, 2022, past midnight Truth Lying is bad! Or so They say They’ll hate you; They’ll despise you; Cry wolf and They’ll turn a blind ear.
By Cyrus3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of gentle grace, where touch meets silk, A symphony of softness, a whisper of milk. Smooth, the river's dance on polished stone,
By ARTIST3 years ago in Poets
do you know what it's like? to try, and get tired? and try again and get tired and try again? you know that feeling you have
let in the new air flows in like it's been waiting but waiting nicely . . . [11/5/23] . . .
The Sun works it to another day Why it had to be today? The coffee I drink starts to mourn Why does it repeat your name?
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
🌹 A rose because I am the only one. 😏 A flirty look to initiate fun. …Those three dots pulse as he writes me magic… 🗣️ He is a smooth talker.
By Fiona Nneka3 years ago in Poets
Words swirling around me churning thoughts that never stop every minute fitting together the pieces to construct its gigantic mound
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic3 years ago in Poets
Everything about Jesse was smooth All hair was held in place No winkles on any clothes It all reflected good taste There was a desire that oozed
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Poets
Veera (heroism/courage) Where you start is where you end rifle or sword hearts are bold Names unknown nation known Valour is in my vein
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
