Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Hokusai's wave- Did he ever shoot the curl In Kanagawa?
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Poets
Resurrecting craft- With indigo hands and heart Transforming passion.
Versatile hue; Shades for all occasions and emotions, too.
By Ryan Sam Fong3 years ago in Poets
Fine sweet strawberry wine Blue bonnets in the meadow My summer dreams shine
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Love seaside summers Gulls dancing upon blue waves Footprints in the sand
Endless long dark nights Memories of happier times So sad and bitterblue
Houses, windows, sky All that peeks from the closet I'm blue, da-ba-dee.
By Chris Heller3 years ago in Poets
Alone, not lonely You believe those others, as They are blue-faded… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Faded-blue are they
By Allison Baggott-Rowe3 years ago in Poets
Titan of the sea. Largest animal ever The Blue whale rules all.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
Pushing my limits My writing is turning blue my comfort is lost.
By Jo Smith3 years ago in Poets
Oceans, sky, and Earth. The color blue surrounds us. We are granted life.
So much still to do her nursery a canvas why not paint it blue?
By Joseph Feduniewicz3 years ago in Poets
