Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
This pain in my heart Mirrored by the still blue sea Geared to come in waves
By Dianah Ngamdy3 years ago in Poets
Though bleu is not blue I write bleu in my Haikus Cause my mind went blue
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
Woman Brown skin gold in the light Of an open window ... Shadow teaching Monochromatic lessons On the wall. ... Shadows hiding
By Camille Ora-Nicole3 years ago in Poets
I was driven to driving over caked roads Empty on both sides (lies, you were filled with wonder) wondering what would be at the end;
An awesome window The window is dark blue glass Look outside and see
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
The painter was blue He painted blue art for you He had a talent
Listen to the beat The rythem will sooth your soul Music is the goal
The group face paints blue They are entertaining you They drum and dance too
Morning mist surrounds Ancient forest pond, frogs sing Blue moon reflecting
By Jon H. Davis3 years ago in Poets
Through blue, the world will Reflect loss, sorrow, and pain. Solace, too, is found.
By kp3 years ago in Poets
The sky looks so blue I love dancing in the light Please don't blight the light
There is a blue whale Her size is magnificent She's big and gorgeous
