art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Masterpiece
You look at me with great pleasure As if you’ve never seen such an aesthetic Piece of artwork before I bite my lip and get drawn into your
Sabrina RostorferPublished 6 years ago in PoetsVisions
Why is it That I dream of you Before we meet You are kind and sweet Honestly my kind of treat Your embrace has crushed my soul
Kayton HickenlooperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPlease Be Patient With Me
Please be patient with me I may seem jagged I may be a mess I may be slow Indecisive Never knowing what may come next
Kayton HickenlooperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSteady My Heart
You pass me by, If today I were to die, I would be that homeless guy, That welfare mother, Her crazy ass brother, While the stagnant air smothers,
I AM. Master of ArtsPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCinderella
How does Cinderella do it Clean, clean, repeat and clean Every day Just circling away Does she get tired Do tears run from her eyes until they run dry
Kayton HickenlooperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Weather Man
The weatherman’s life is always cloudy. He wakes up, brushes his teeth everyday so they look perfect on T.V., and fixes his hair to look just perfect. Once he gets to work, he doesn’t feel as perfect as he looks. The weatherman thinks of how he can just get through the day.
Rees MarshallPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Kitchen Poem
A room is here, a room is there but a kitchen is always present. In every house she makes her presence, never failing, always accounted for.
Amber LarkinPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAngel
Brown eyes, unruly curly brown hair, an innocent grin and dark ripped jeans with a cigarette between his lips. That's how I remembered that the devil could be disguised as an angel
Michelle LuiPublished 6 years ago in PoetsEmbrace
I want to see Your darkest hour Your brightest light The moments in between That are out of sight The moments that wander
Kayton HickenlooperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAwakened
The touch of a heart of glass So precious So pure Cherishing the world Deep within its core Feeling the light that shines within
Kayton HickenlooperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHere Today, Gone Tomorrow
The beauty of life and death So precious and pure From dust to grace We play the game To with the race All life has to endure
Kayton HickenlooperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDancing Lines
Scribbles are how I draw Outside of the lines Making it up as I go Never knowing the way that shows A feeling so rich So fresh
Kayton HickenlooperPublished 6 years ago in Poets