Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The only way I could be strong for so long Is because strength lives within me In places others cannot hear My demons antagonize me
By Khepera J5 years ago in Poets
“How to Make a Song” Sometimes the surface of black and white keys are frosted over. Let warm fingers penetrate,
By Ajala B.5 years ago in Poets
There I am, just minding my business–going where I'm going, doing what I do (headphones on 'cause I don't wanna be bothered)–when suddenly I get this feeling: butterflies.
By Michael Wolfe5 years ago in Poets
d.(FYI, This is based on the Graphic Novel that I am currently writing called Borges-81, and it's what the Protagonist is saying when he saves his world from an enemy from another galaxy that was thought to be dead.)
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Poets
Why are we so different? Are we so different? Do we not breathe the same air? Do we not bask under the same sun? What Earth are you from?
There I am gazing back at me as I stand before the mirror, observing. It's Me. It's all in the eyes a certain little gleam that lets me know I'm still pilot.
Night arrives just in time, smooth as ever. The stars awaken, as do I. Restless ruminations that slumber during the day, spring to life as the sun wanes.
I know karma is a b*tch But its a risk to take With the vibes so fine It’s a shame you’re not mine We can be lovers Or we can just step back
By Dominick Morisseau5 years ago in Poets
My best friend Robin lives down the road. Dropped on her head when she was a baby. I think that's why she's a little bit crazy.
By Misty Gewin5 years ago in Poets
Scientists lift up the Petri dishes. Technologists employ thought and a clue. Engineers just bypass on the wishes. Artists recreate reality, too.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Poets
I own my body and I own my mind and I own every little thing I've ever been curious about. I own my love for the things that I love
By Mary Grace5 years ago in Poets
This is my way of procrastinating on a paper I don't want to do for class. Some would argue it doesn't make sense– To write one thing when you don't want to write something.
By Bianca Wargo5 years ago in Poets
