Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
It wakes with a breath A quiver in your chest Which pulses your blood Even at rest Then the images race Snapping into place
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
There are crazed people They randomly accuse others When they are obsessed ———————— Some people need to get a life Some people can’t, because they live in strife
By Joe Mann3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of night, where secrets softly tread, A creature rare, its fur a moonbeam thread, The horned cat prowls with eyes of mystic hue,
By Kailee phillips3 years ago in Poets
In twilight's gentle, fading grace, Where dreams and stars interlace, We'll craft a poem, you and I, Beneath the vast, celestial sky.
Lyrics: Trust trust we don’t wanna be put (Hallow hello hey) Between the nail and underneath this thumb (Hallow hello hey)
By Uncut Book Pages3 years ago in Poets
The sign, in its stark, pragmatic simplicity, said it all. It stuck out of the concrete, on a rusted rod, so ordinarily, as if to prod,
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
There was a bright-colored rainbow, across the sky the day we met, it has not been long my friend – but the sunny skies have turned to gray.
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Think outside the box But stay within their lines Awareness brings a birds-eye view Of the purgatory To which we find ourselves confined
By M3 years ago in Poets
Amidst rustling leaves, A bright beacon of no fear, Guiding hearts with hope.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
raise a thankful voice For every joy, for every tear, Gratitude is our constant cheer. twinkling light, a lullaby A cosmic dance of time
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Amidst autumn's hush, Pumpkin's smile in shadows gleams, Hope's ember aglow.
Hallows eve draws near as all the ghosts and gouls come out to play. All the children better hide in their homes at night or else there might be a fright.
By Chloe Unfiltered3 years ago in Poets
