Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I am invisible, In plain sight, I am less than you think, and more than you know, I am a divine mystery, A clue to the next riddle,
By David Tabaka7 years ago in Poets
As I sit here listening to these sick beats, these soothing lullabies, and these passionate screams, As I feel the rhythm in my bones,
By Ilana Weiss7 years ago in Poets
He labored long, each hour an age. No careless stroke profaned his page. Her eyes like emeralds rendered he. Her lips he fashioned tenderly
By Isaac Hammon7 years ago in Poets
Don’t put my name on a cold stone. Don’t tuck me away in a grave, Where you only visit me on the anniversary of my death day or our favorite shared holiday.
By Neish7 years ago in Poets
I'm on fire Judgment is coming Peace in this troubled land Can't let go Keep moving on Like a God Blessing wind I am by your side
By Tyler7 years ago in Poets
She had a glint in her eye she had magic from the sky she had a name that symbolized freedom. She never knew quite how far
By Shawn Foesier7 years ago in Poets
I judge how good my day is based on the number of texts I send. If it is a good day I will send fewer texts because good things will have happened
By Charlie Miller7 years ago in Poets
A drenched smile today has gonefeels like you keep existing moreI am so sorry about all thisexcuse my so-called rudenessButI wished for you to stayto overcome a bit of painto run away to smile in vaineven if fake it's alright toojust keep existing, just be you.
By Kayden S.7 years ago in Poets
[You don’t know me...] But I see you, boy. You think you have Power, strength, steel, When all you have Is a vicious demon
By Pierre Roustan, Author of THE CAIN LETTERS and SCARY HORROR STUFF!7 years ago in Poets
Why doth ye heart fight thy logic? In spectacle grief in one's frolic Graves layeth open for thine tears With gaping ears,
By Shellbell kuhn7 years ago in Poets
I think he's depressed He must be obsessed So how can it help Try strumming it out Waves of stringed thunder Can solve his cashing hunger.
By Jonathan Clewlow7 years ago in Poets
The beige sunlight peeks its eyes from the horizon of the Bay Area's waters And it spots a brunette girl, walking, Beat, by beat, by beat.
By John-Andrew Zacharakis7 years ago in Poets