Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Satan, I renounce you! Satan, I renounce you! SATAN, I RENOUNCE YOU! And my eyes opened to the right bedroom, the right building lights on the dock.
By Squeeze D' Avocado8 months ago in Poets
Dark and twisted, writhing pain, The sky hangs low, baptized in rain, As if it weeps for what it’s seen, How could people be this mean?
By Brittany Smith8 months ago in Poets
It starts With sparks They ignite Catch fire In delight As lips Brush And hips Twist Our hearts Race To chase And catch
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
The tides are made of copper gears today, Grinding against the sand with a metallic hum. The gulls are silent, their wings stiff and grey,
By GEORGIOS KOULOURIS8 months ago in Poets
Is corruption taking place? Is AI here to replace Darker days are coming get me…. Faster than a slower pace Epstein files are dirty case
By Haychie_Artist8 months ago in Poets
I Was Born A Renegade I Felt Alone Each Birthday, Lost In The World, I Was Guided By The Wind… I Longed For Sympathy, But
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago in Poets
Maybe in another life time I will make one that I can call this child of mine Feeling the choice to create someone This mini version and part of one
By Courtney Curran8 months ago in Poets
Can’t catch a concert By Sukhishvili Ballet But caught a mural.
By Lana V Lynx8 months ago in Poets
I let a holy man spread his blood on me. We drank it from a cup and ate his bleeding body, Which sits heavy, churning in my belly,
By I. D. Reeves8 months ago in Poets
locked up inside Dark waters pour inside my head Dark waters from Hades, Dark waters that shine in my heart You sent me a devastating valentine
By Melissa Ingoldsby8 months ago in Poets
The model was an old ballerina She used to perform with the Royal troupe in London You could see it, like putting a paper towel tube to your eye and looking back through time
By Alexa8 months ago in Poets
Spring Is Approaching The earth exhales a softer breath at dawn, And light begins to lean across the fields, A hush of gold rests gently on the hills,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
