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

A Real Poem
Those purple mountains, majestic in the distance -- actually, clouds. ~ Cottony tree tops, wispy and white as lamb's wool --
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
Diagnosis
I recall a scene in Fahrenheit 451, when the big bomb drops. The hero watches as land and sky trade places in a crazy dance.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
In the Course of a Day
Flowers, bright as a thousand suns Surround the clear water as it runs. Through the woods and down the hill The gleaming lake, it does fill.
By MacKara McKenzie3 years ago in Poets
Elements Haiku
Earth below my feet Sound of water around me Fresh air in my lungs
By Elle B3 years ago in Poets
Scar Tissue
January 1st My year started with sounds blaring through my headphones and quite frankly the inebriation left me slightly numb. “Scar Tissue” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers appeared to be the focal point of ushering in the new year with nothing but promise. The beverage in my cup served the purpose of filling a void and the short excursions to the grocery store were reminders of the somber feeling that separates the past from present. There were silhouettes of long shapely legs along with the sound of fireworks which served as a filler between bits of silence. An awkward conversation was a reminder of why the crows and I do not share the same view...
By Kenroy Freckleton3 years ago in Poets
Wildfire
Warm pressure arrives, Billows mercilessly by, Gives way to rebirth. A cruel hot twist, Alive and vengeful it eats, Terrible and beautiful.
By Abigail Spring3 years ago in Poets
The Arsonist
Soul split asunder By flames in her hair, yearning For works unrendered.
By Dewitt Buckingham3 years ago in Poets
She Feels it All
Soil carries the name. We march on her skin, she spins. Burning and sinking.
By Sarah Bogs3 years ago in Poets
Saloma green earth
Saloma green earth Take all that water gives me Put fire into grief
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
The Harsh Reality of Breathing
Breathing is harder My eyes begin to blur now My world has turned black. People tell me to Speak louder and clearer NOW,
By Emily Hart3 years ago in Poets
The Elements
The Four Elements Make up Matthew Benedon My body is Earth Fire from my heart Travels through my fingertips Fueling my passion
By Matthew Benedon3 years ago in Poets
Artistry Reimagined
There was an itching in the bones That couldn’t be satisfied Within walls- A gnawing at the edges That awaited the moments
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets