Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Traveler of Worlds Beyond I walked where the sky forgets its name, through doors that opened without a sound, past stars that bled into one another,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I woke up with a stranger’s name in my mouth and no idea who it belonged to. The room felt familiar the way an old song does
By John Smith7 months ago in Poets
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” wrote John Keats in his 1818 poem 'Endymion'. Its words still hold true, always will.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
I stand in the kitchen full of unbridled rage as he yells across the living room and into my ears I stand so silently as he mocks me with no hesitation
By Melissa Ingoldsby7 months ago in Poets
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
By 365poetry7 months ago in Poets
the one of law ruling self crowned becoming an outlaw by tyranny power play allowing only subordinations, hierarchical interest of the one
By Diana7 months ago in Poets
imagine feeling everything pangs 0f infinite gn0stic hunger bef0re, after, during thinly in the brain aut0cannibalized by the mind
By ⸘jason alan‽7 months ago in Poets
The way I write It sounds melodic Planet earth became demonic Gods green earth Is what It Is Calling out the ones I’ll diss
By Haychie_Artist7 months ago in Poets
UK has become a cesspit Vibe Is low you see the stress hit Zombie land Is what we see London Capital with C All around the country guessed It
Beauty Smothered In Flame An orange rose rises from the dark soil, Petals bright as a fading sunset, Yet black edges creep along its skin,
Blessed are the souls who walk in humble light, For heaven opens wide to them in night. Blessed are the ones who weep in silent pain,
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
Life’s a journey Integrating Good and bad we’re separating Specially this day and age They are filling up with rage All these leaders mischief making
