Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
pretty when you cry gray and blue and gleaming bright worth my pain inside
By PacificHailie3 years ago in Poets
take a deeper breath fill your lungs to feel the depths blue veins in my chest
I am the greatest facing the jubilant sky, bound to my people.
By Presh3 years ago in Poets
Velvet against skin Suffering stomping the soul The Blues is ... it all
By Jada Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
A blue-suited man, playing blue-suited tunes that make sorrow, sweet.
By Eric True3 years ago in Poets
daring coblat sky I can do anything but can't do everything
By Jason McBride3 years ago in Poets
curl, crash, and recede ocean waves curl, crash, recede curl, crash, and recede
tide, pulsed, leaped, and twirled in ancient, delicate dance between moon and sea
I stare at the sea it doesn't want or need me it never stares back
The vastness of it, Overwhelms all my senses; Ever changing sky
By Alaine Hay3 years ago in Poets
to you, I am the sea mercurial tides, blue waves something to gawk at
Blue Luna moth flies Drawn to distant candle light, Nature’s magnetism
By Jon H. Davis3 years ago in Poets
