Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
General Note: I wrote this in celebration of the 50th anniversary of "Doctor Who" a few years ago and am aware of the Doctor becoming a woman. I'm just really proud of this poem and wanted to share it.
By Stephanie Turner7 years ago in Poets
Somewhere close to Octavian, but closer to Caesar Somewhere close to showers, but closer to flowers Seasons change and spring soon becomes summer
By J J7 years ago in Poets
1, 2, 3, defendants with no marks And 1, 2 witnesses with "serious harm" An assault case, involving alcohol You do the math
By Scarlett Vereker7 years ago in Poets
Bad days, everyone has them but not everyone understands them. Waking up facing Vulnerability and getting up greeting Anger to then walk out of your room to see Sadness having breakfast with Depression and Anxiety.
By Rebecca Rina7 years ago in Poets
My seafoam hair comes out in clumps, tangled strands winding around my fingers every time I brush back my bangs or twirl dry and splitting curls. I am used to it now, dropping
By Kye Earley7 years ago in Poets
The aromatics, which fill your home intrigue your friends When green onion, garlic, and ginger start to form Your patina, of which construction never ends
By Wesley Hopkins7 years ago in Poets
After all these years, you finally obtained what you were searching for. The firstborn child of parents to be. Thinking the child would be safer in your hands rather than theirs.
By Joy Ergang7 years ago in Poets
A hard working man my grandfather was. There was nothing he wouldn’t do, From fixing a flat tire to folding the exhausting piles laundry
By Charles Iwinski7 years ago in Poets
turn around again but now you watch what we get to keep on. the girl is running out. the rocky shoreline, and stop what we thieve thieve
By Zeke Elliott7 years ago in Poets
it's amazing how one simple thing, a song, a picture, a noise, can so easily snap you back in time, back to that one place
By Emma Lynn7 years ago in Poets
Lost souls and old ways I see the world in different ways My hearts cold but I know I'm changed So how the hell do I feel the same
By Scott Jackson7 years ago in Poets
Blackalicious has inspired me I answer anonymous afflictions with affection bleeding the beasts built on bedrocks of basic badness
By Nicholas Goodman7 years ago in Poets