art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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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 PoetsHaikus: Volume I
We're both a whisper Away from screaming the truth. Let me talk to you. // You were out of your mind. Now you're out of mine. See,
Rachel NavarroPublished 6 years ago in PoetsUntitled 24
To feel like a Cello Sonata sounds Would I have to climb a mountain? Or could I just sink into warm water With some roses and the scent of vanilla
My Lifelong Friend, Art
"I have found a friend that never ages called Art, no defined sex or clothes, only dressing of the soul is Art. Whether the heart is being grated to shreds,
Where I Stand
Where I stand my feet cannot move, They are bounded to the floor as an anchor. Where I stand I have thought of many things,
Chase TaylorPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDyv3rsity Killed the Poet...
A close friend says I'm "Poetry in Motion." I don't need to write things down on paper. The mystery is already there. I speak in metaphors. My eyes alone can describe something larger than life. Who needs a little black book and pen?
Ra Dyv3rsePublished 6 years ago in PoetsDeceive True Meaning
Beneath what is deceived Abilities lie in weak performance With no desire to explore it Squinting at the sight of it's importance
Sol DevereauxPublished 6 years ago in PoetsOde to Music
Oh, sweet, sweet music How you soothe me Your comforting sounds embrace me Your heartbeat drives my soul Your melodies excite me
Lorraine WoiakPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFreedoms Sound
A kiss goodnight, a wave good bye, a sigh of relief, or maybe a cry. Lay your fingers upon the keys and please, let freedom ring.
Hannah HarrisonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRemember Me
I promise whenever I think of you I'll smile. A path of happiness down memory lane. Even though we won't see each other for awhile,
Alexandria ApontePublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Commute
I look up She looks to the side He looks at the floor Oops there's an awkward meeting of eyes This is the daily life of an underground traveller