Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The sheen, untouched Pristine but waiting Like it wants me to break the tension, make my marks Like it's calling me The crowd is quiet and there's something serene yet sinister about being the first
By Raine Neal3 years ago in Poets
TW:... Offensive language! Now, let's see if you can find this rap's tempo. Revenge is a dish best served cold. *** This is it, I’m done with
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
The greatest villain story In the history of mankind Would have been nonexistent Because of you. Azazil would have fallen
By Pore Camara3 years ago in Poets
In the cosmic dance of the celestial sphere, Where mysteries twirl and stars appear, There lies a tale of Nibiru's might,
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets
Essential Oil, pour on my body Smooth like Shea butter on my skin Smell the Scent of ancient time Enter relaxation Feel the Sensation
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
Play Pianos Pianoing! I giggle sternly, Poking at the robot in my hand. I need my pianos and I need to slip away. - No more robots for today. The light
By Ashe Lawson3 years ago in Poets
I’ve been talking wedding plans On a melting planet. Your place or mine? I’m not the first in my family to be mentally ill.
In ancient lands where legends dwell, A tale unfolds, of might and spell. Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk's throne, A saga carved in epic stone.
We can’t let the robots write all the poems. What was I saying just one minute ago? — Oh, yes. I don’t want reincarnation to be real
i do community service for all the boys looking for their wives while they find them and listen to them moan. maybe then
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
I’ve thought about writing. I’ve read books about writing. I’ve mused about writing, Even pontificated about writing. I’ve known about writing,
R.I.P. Simon, you'll always be in my heart. I These cats lived together in a house on a shore They were raised by me and they were just so young
