art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Unknown
Witnesses a murder of the unknown. Sent to take a lie detector test. When being hooked up the man notices the heart begin to race at levels close to a heart attack.
Talk About the Heavens
The inner workings of the brain must stand As more profound than the whole universe. The mind is all that must seek to demand
Skyler SaundersPublished 5 years ago in PoetsSilver Hair
Silver hair, silver hair It’s Christmas time at The Villages Ring-a-ling, I can’t hear a thing Soon it will be Christmas Day
Somber Silhouettes
I remember the day I met you. We spoke the life into nature. You created wisdom to the letters I didn't know. You spoke to me with beautiful creations.
LovelyShelterPublished 5 years ago in PoetsStevie Sees
With eyes that clear the mind of its cache They were silenced in his most youthful times. They’re beautiful, like a lady’s dress sash.
Skyler SaundersPublished 5 years ago in PoetsStrange Fruit Hanging from My Ceiling Fan
Cracked is my cranium; So, therefore as they do— I change with the seasons. Every time the clouds come, They somehow sink into my broken dome. The sun—
Remi McDonaldPublished 5 years ago in PoetsWhere Are Your Weapons?
Even as the debris hindered my movement The first drops from the lead shower appeared in our vicinity They washed the homes
Adam KhamisPublished 6 years ago in PoetsConstant Defense
A standing collar of midnight blue brings Out the solemn regard in honor of The fallen. In silence, the mind just sings The thoughts of fighters below and above.
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Ones with the Guns
In war, why are the troops even armed at all? Why can’t they just sacrifice themselves to Better the greater good and let them fall?
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFeminine Essence
The essence, A beautiful delicate flower, So intricate in the sequence of pure divinity Creating life in all forms of beauty
Tori SturkPublished 6 years ago in PoetsIf We Fly Together
I am a caged bird. All of the birds-like me; red and black, yellow and white, violet and green, colorful and all, are beautiful and unique.
Gamaliel RodriguezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSense of Love
To choose our leaders is a serious Role. To pick the ones who govern the State Who could one day be deleterious And wipe us all off of the dinner plate.
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in Poets