art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
How an Artist Makes a Sculpture
I asked once when I was small In the mystifying town of Firenze How an artist made a sculpture. Before me was Michelangelo’s masterpiece
Eliot CaramanianPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPlaying by the Lake
At the lake I am invincible, I am a knight covered in sand armor, a dragon protecting my castle, a wizard with magical stones in my pocket.
Gold-Plated
You were gold-plated Right into my mind, you tore And like a fish I was baited With the mask you so proudly wore You gave me so much, yet so little
Grace Martin-ChangPublished 6 years ago in PoetsNew Movie Trailer Reviews in Haiku (5/18/2018)
Not sure if you want to check out the new movies opening May 18, 2018? Maybe these trailers, reviewed in Haiku style, will help you make up your mind.
Reid MoorePublished 6 years ago in PoetsEmotional Temptation
It's deep. It's flooding. Feels like the urge of wanting a cigarette, Does it ever go away? It's getting deeper, Seems never ending.
You've Lost Me
Hello. I think you might have left me. See, I remember the bright fire that stung my cheeks and the serene heavenly feeling of white. I remember the snowflakes in your lashes. I remember your scarf.
Jorga HernandezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsExistence
Imagine a world without me... A world where my smile was faded, my eyes were grey as an old woman's hair, where my body was floating like a feather when it falls from a beautiful bird... imagine me without freedom, with my broken wings trying to fly back to the highest mountains, a day when it misses the sun, a night when It has lost the moon, an amazing garden that ended up losing the most precious flowers, where the bees got vanished and leaves dried when autumn arrived. Imagine a world where my heart was locked and frozen inside, where my soul was trapped in a maze full of sadness and my mind was cloistered for years, now.... imagine a world where I exist, your world... imagine me in your reality, in your life! Imagine me... Alive!
Sónia Mendez FullmoonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Numismatists
The numismatists Collect the coins to Display. Shiny and Minted, these treasures Provide the ones who Take in these pieces,
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in PoetsGet Better
I've been told the only way to get better at writing is to write. How can I write though when the words escape me? Fluttering away before I can place pen to paper. Before I can grab a napkin and scribble out the words of untold truths. How can I write? When my best ideas are nothing but shadows on the wall, placed by the full moon and blurry eyes. When the stories and feelings only come to me in dreams and then as soon as I awaken they fade away as the night does at dawn. How can I improve? When the only word I can use to describe a hallway is dim. Dim like the author attempting to create a bland world completely void of color or inspiration. When each word becomes an agonizing torture for not only the hand of the author but the brain of the reader. Yet, still, here I am trudging along. Pushing word after word as if my brain is nothing but a factory of toys destined to be sold for nothing less than pennies a pop. When in reality the ink used to write these words are more valuable than the words themselves. Perhaps, I am nothing but a hapless fool doomed to forever view myself as an untalented hack or maybe someday some light will be shed on the words and thoughts I've strung together and I will at last feel as though I have made a slight improvement. Time will tell. Until then, how will I write my next piece?
Christopher FosterPublished 6 years ago in PoetsVoices
I hear voices But am I crazy Voices say this Voices say that They are here They are there Paranoia is everywhere
Stephanie PhillipsPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCall Me
They didn’t call. I had been waiting all day for a call, or a text, but never received one. I looked at my phone and saw it was still early. Enough time to go somewhere and get something to eat. Obviously they’re not coming tonight.
Savannah McCainPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLucie
I never fell in love with yellow,until you showed up in that raincoatthat drowned out the sunflowers,and I’ll never understand how you can outshine the daisies,without even trying.
Andrea Wold JohansenPublished 6 years ago in Poets