art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Note...
The old me will not make an appearance in this poem . Subsequently removed from society . This is for all the suicidal that thinks letting depression can also be your personality .
MarKayla BrightPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Artist & His Canvas
I had this fantasy where you and I were painting this picture and it’s value was priceless You were art crafted so define my mind was restless
Joely MillanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBehind Closed Doors
When I see your face I can’t help but fill up with pain. My pain is measured in anger, And washed away by the rain. I try my best to forget the past,
Look at Her
She could be anything, She is beautiful, the art is captivating, Truly breathtaking, Like she is a strong fighter, the blood that's on her, maybe a vampire.
Crystal KorpanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhere I'm From
I am from manikins from shoes and plaid t-shirts I am from the sky above the world (White, clouds It tastes like candy).
Sheija BinshabanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsJasmine
you blossom and I am flushed, flustered in lust utterly taken with your breath and bias for sunlight. over the years I’ve watched you grow towards the beams
Passion
Contemplating roads to be taken, the mind races within; The jot of a pen, stitching together alternate ends; Law of attraction, imagine my conscience working as magnets;
Benjamin SmallPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTigress
This poem is by www.mardi.ca. Sculpted Poetry Mistress... Tigress... Sitting here upon my breast Muscles coiled and tail a switching
Mardi Coeur de LionPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLost and Found
It was by accident.... You crossed my path one day, Approached me by surprise... At first I thought that you were lost, But in fact it was I...
Kimberly BushPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Inanimate Love
You make me happy You make me cry When I'm with you all I can do is fly I have been with you for eleven years And lately you have been putting me in tears
PollyAnne LeBlancPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHope
It's not lost it's simply seeking you out to be found. Remember you must not go looking for you will not find it on the ground.
The Man and His Box
General Note: I wrote this in celebration of the 50th anniversary of "Doctor Who" a few years ago and am aware of the Doctor becoming a woman. I'm just really proud of this poem and wanted to share it.
Stephanie TurnerPublished 6 years ago in Poets