art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Kintsugi
Let this be a conversation These words a vaccination away from the pains that may sting at first... But Beloved, it is my hope
Justin RayPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Hollowed
What do we do when we're mocked or limited? Lash out via words or actions? What can we truly do to make people stop mocking us or listen? These are some of the questions that have recently been stirring in my mind. I feel extremely limited and mocked everywhere I turn, to the point of where I don't feel like existing. So I crawl into my mind and become an empty and hollow shell because there is nothing I can do to change anyone's mind; I am not a necessity, I am not needed so if I become an empty shell, it doesn't affect anyone.
Elijah TaylorPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Listen
So many things to say But no voice to say it So many thoughts running through my head But no one to hear it New ideas tossed into old views
Gabriela CoelhoPublished 5 years ago in Poets
My Home Is Like the Perfect Verse Over a Tight Beat
I fall in love with lyrics easier than I do with people Everything I've ever wanted lives inside of a song I can pour out my soul as I sing a song but I can't give that much depth to a person
Bianca BeaufordPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Infinite
Iridescence,Commodity,Spirit. Given what we know and what we so desperately need to adhere in order to Continue, Give way,
Nonnah FainPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Decoded
Enigma. Puzzle. Mystery. Mankind is forever the victim to the fear. What lurks in the darkness. What the future holds. The way someone may react to negative news.
Mac RatchitPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Don't Lose Sight
Below is a haiku about sight. I'm unable to put just the haiku itself because I'm required to use at least 100 words. But I'll learn for next time and write more than just poems. :) I hope everyone enjoys, I'm very new to this but would like it to be a great platform to share different forms of thought and be introduced to others as well. I look forward to the future and if you made it this far, thank you for being curious and hearing me out. :)
Scarlett AnikaPublished 5 years ago in Poets
I Fell in Love with a Paint Brush
I can feel my future in every brush stroke and every line I make with my pencil. I feel free! When I hear the sound of creation scraping my paper, But my brain throbs from my own voice Under my skull.
NaomiNas NaomiPublished 5 years ago in Poets
But
i wanna be alive i wanna be alive, but i dont wanna work i wanna be alive, but i dont wanna work, but i wanna have money
Clay ArvinPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Scared Artist
That's mine don't read that hey, that's mine don't read that you might get hit with a bat then you would be a real sorry cat
Clay ArvinPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Ode to 'Game of Thrones'
Game of Thrones, you are going away! Game of Thrones, you could not stay? Game of Thrones, we will cross paths, no more. How could you walk ... out that door.
Missey FinleyPublished 5 years ago in Poets
Artistic Aptitude
Beautiful imitation of a bold reality reciprocate desired power surprised per design to tricking the eye by a closed flower
H.b. WoodsPublished 5 years ago in Poets
