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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
To Know Me, Is Not to See Me
If you only stopped for just a moment and read between the lines, you would know that I have a story to tell you. You only have to ask me my name and my
Paul BaldryPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSettle Me a Sleep
It has come to this, a life where it were, unaccepted in the terms of days that came, unaccepted in the hours where I used to lay,
"#17 Seventeens"
"#17 Seventeens" (1.) "RECONCILE" in Heaven honey tastes just as sweet but honey bee no have stinger (2.) "RECONCILE"
R U OutavitPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSpirit of Battle
The Warrior's Soul is his blade. His true Essence shall never fade. When two brave Souls clash in battle, Throughout the land, echoes rattle.
Declan NieradkaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsStar Gazing
And she laid upon the grass to gaze at the stars. Little reflections of her very self. But were they mesmerizing or horrifying? Each star shining a little brighter than the next, mirroring a different part of who she was, what she's done, what she was becoming, who she wanted to be. Each star telling her story whether she wanted it told or not. Each star painting the sky of color like a mood ring refleting every emotion she's ever felt. She laid upon the grass and gazed at the stars. But were they mesmerizing or horrifying?
Tiara MustafaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTrish Ford
If you ever get a moment with her; if you ever get an instance to see her smile, feel lucky. She is something that comes around every so often. And when you miss her, she’s gone. She is The Valley’s shooting star, something glowing millions of miles away, but still has the power to be seen somehow.
something wildePublished 6 years ago in PoetsMichaela Anderson
She who shall not be named. She who could never be underestimated, no matter how short or how tall. She who could move mountains if she chose to. She who has the world on its toes. She who shifts the universe and defies the odds of our generation. She who is strong and dedicated. She who is lively and radiant. She who has put even the most beautiful of things to shame. She who completes my life, she that is my best friend.
something wildePublished 6 years ago in PoetsJourney of Love
Poetry is a form of writing that can prove to be difficult for many people. About five years ago, I found myself wanting to challenge my high school students with poetry, but I did not want to just read a poem and have them analyze it. I was sitting at my dining room table with my computer sitting in front of me when I began my google search for poetry lessons. After weeding through lesson after boring lesson, I came across a YouTube video of an artist that created blackout poetry out of old books and paint. When I watched his video it inspired me to create a lesson of Blackout Poetry for my students. This was a way for me to integrate cross-curricular subject matters into my classroom as well.
Tesha Crego-RojasPublished 6 years ago in PoetsUntitled Lost
As I studied Pieter Bruegul the Elder's poem "Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus," I gathered what I could take from this story in pause, realizing there maybe a bigger story to it all. There are many theories of Icarus and how he fell.
ender morisu shijin proprietárioPublished 6 years ago in PoetsShe Is Artwork
She cuts the canvas A wide open gash And colours bleed from it She wounds herself Symbolically For such vibrant hues As she was truly wounded, too
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 6 years ago in PoetsUntitled
Lately I've been thinking about us as kids, How this isn't what we were gonna be. But maybe it Was. Maybe it is. Maybe there was no way of getting around this.
Casey HiatusPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRemembrance
A coffee shop. A bed full of clothes, a cat beneath the sheets, the sheets that are not tucked in because I forgot to, Because I didn’t want to, for fear that the cat would hate me.
Elisa ClynePublished 6 years ago in Poets