art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Fly Like a Bird
Bound by the barbed wire fences I sit here in my small pen not knowing what freedom is. As I watch the birds flying high in the sky. They are bound to nothing they are free. What am I to do but wish to feel the wind in my hair and smell the freedom that comes with the wind. Feeling the warm sunlight on my skin I close my eyes and pretend that I am flying away over the fences that once kept me in and tasting freedom. But when I open my eyes I am still trapped. The world that I so badly want to explore is still so far out of my reach.
By lydia live6 years ago in Poets
Throwaway
There are 7.4 billion people in the world and 170 thousand words in the English language in regular use, this is a throwaway I am a throwaway. These words are no more significant than the arrangement of any other words just as my coming to be is no more significant than anyone else. I wasn't really born spectacular in fact I was born short but it wasn't record breaking short it was normal short which is a metaphor for this poem.
By Katrell Plunkett6 years ago in Poets