Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Hush! Hush oh maidens! Cease now your clatters You daughters of Eden Hush, that I may speak of beauty True beauty, not vain nor vile
By Njideka Kanu3 years ago in Poets
I think that I am crazy Actions I take because of it I paint with passion As to not shock myself by my inherently insane behavior
By Omniscient Owl3 years ago in Poets
Earth, fire, wind, water. All of them in a bad fart. My pants are destroyed.
By Evan Aleo3 years ago in Poets
Let my voice carry over like the wind's breeze, Whilst I flow in the essence of the trees! May my aura radiate with the suns heat!
By Grace Blessing3 years ago in Poets
Let me tell you about growing up during the digital age transition , Where social media was: MSN, MySpace, or Bebo, If you don't know, my bad, I guess thats making my age show!
I lost my earphones in the rush of a renovation. I’m sleeping on my bathroom floor tonight. I love my bathroom floor. The dark falls different here.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
How can you bring the sun and not invite the wind? It's like pouring water on a fire and expecting it reignite all over again,
Energy is contagious, And it's one thing I don't play with; Currency so ostentatious. I'm super selective with the company I enrich in,
Smoke clouds surround the inner vessel, The mind navigating through a puzzle, A maze of haziness, An escape from the weariness.
When I see the smile of your love, Your face comes to my mind, Your love is my search, So I am watching your love's smile.
By thekishore3 years ago in Poets
The Man In The Arina By Theodore Roosevelt it is not the critic who counts Not the man who points out how strong the man stumbles
By hammad sattar3 years ago in Poets
A poem about Art Beware of the artists A poem by Joe Henkel read by the author The Poets understand and share life and beauty.
