art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

As American as Apple Pie
Warm apple pie soothes as we embrace below sheets sharing gooey spoon
By A. S. Lawrenceabout an hour ago in Poets
The Joy of Repurposing Things
A beautiful shirt red cardinals perched, on willow twigs, in white snowy backdrop, that I wore for years, shrank, time to discard
By Seema Patelabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Frosted Whispers
The sky hangs low, heavy with snow, Gray clouds drifting like weary travelers, Carrying whispers of distant storms Over fields wrapped in frozen silence.
By .josephabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Silent Hearths
The world sleeps beneath a silver shroud, Snow drifting slowly, muffling every sound, Covering streets, rooftops, and forgotten paths,
By Freyaabout 12 hours ago in Poets
You Think I Am Broken
Introduction This is inspired by my situation on Vocal, the Bouke de Vries work and the Screaming Trees song. I know that for many others, they would have walked away from Vocal, but I am taking it as a challenge. I get the feeling that Vocal moderators and others don't want me here (just my imposter syndrome paranoia), but I know a lot of people do, and obviously, some on Vocal do value me, so I will not be giving up.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 14 hours ago in Poets
Many People Keep Asking The Same Questions: Who Are You??
I've started to understand this whole thing in life! I can't fight it alone, and certainly counselling sessions cannot help.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"about 14 hours ago in Poets
Echoes in the Winter Veil
The morning drifts in on a veil of mist, Soft fingers of fog curling around the bare trees. Breath hangs heavy, a fleeting ghost,
By saif ullahabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Duality Of My Nature
Childlike personality with a wise mentality, Caused from a pain of brutality But the reality is I see beauty in my pain
By Bailey Andrewabout 19 hours ago in Poets
The nature of my life
The name of dysfunction reeks in my DNA Almost like an asteroid that’s left a mark on my planet but even after decades there’s still something catastrophically beautiful about it,
By Bailey Andrewabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Buddhist Monks
You may have heard, a group of Buddhist monks are on a peace walk across the USA. Long walks are pilgrimage for Buddhist monks,
By Seema Patelabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Be Kind
Remember to be kind Always keep that in mind Because kindness comes back Even if it lacks Because it's the key to others' heart
By Domiabout 21 hours ago in Poets
The Karaoke Knights
A quiet revolutionary history clawing toward colonization, Lingers within the bricks like the façade of small-town charm.
By House September about 21 hours ago in Poets