Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I have been painting since I was five. now, in my early forties. It took four decades to earn a few dollars from my art.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
PUBLIC NOTICE: ALL-CLEAR Attention please. This is a public announcement addressed to the nervous system, the muscles braced for impact,
By Hannah Lambert9 months ago in Poets
Pain hibernates within the roots of growth. For all things grow, yet not all fruits float. Peace retreats during the blooming of a single shadow flower.
By Kale Sinclair9 months ago in Poets
created, written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli This is a true story. Syfy blended with Dream of what has been a gift from the universe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
The ability to ask questions is our conscious tether to the ethereal wisdom which requires no feather. Becoming luminous is a delicate process of transmogrification.
Trudging through snow, I paused to bask in the warmth of sunlit bricks. Although cold to the touch, their radiance heated the
Trouble is brewing The anger is stewing They say one of ours All of yours Power whores Their lies stoking anger and violence
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
There was an artist, one of a kind With a big talent and unique mind If you see his piece of art It cuts right into heart
By Domi9 months ago in Poets
--- God is. God was. God always will be. God speaks. God creates. God is not silent. The Father is not an idea. The Son is not a metaphor.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast9 months ago in Poets
Hear ye, hear ye Harken to me as I say There's been issued a stay There will be no execution today What seemed so obvious a case
By Matthew J. Fromm9 months ago in Poets
We walked among the dead Paintings of remembrance The honor to the men and women who had come before us They paved the way
By Thomas Terry9 months ago in Poets
The book ended quietly. No dramatic sentence. No line that demanded to be underlined. Just a period, small and final, sitting at the bottom of the page like it had always planned to be there.
By Imran Ali Shah9 months ago in Poets
