Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Wine-dark, so you drank, your drunken lungs heaving as the sea took its toll.
By Kait Thursday3 years ago in Poets
I see everywhere reminders of the Home that I knew in blue eyes.
By Abby Gustafson3 years ago in Poets
Imagination unleashes the mystic hue dispersed in souls
By Dawn3 years ago in Poets
Neptune, fierce god of stormy, cerulean seas a planet, only.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Pastels among palms Vibrant city of wonder Whose ancient steps charm
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
In between the strings A memory of you lies I don’t miss the blues
By KB3 years ago in Poets
A cool blue painting If only I could be there Cheerful playful strokes
By KW7113 years ago in Poets
A blue blinking light Non-stop flash across the room Insomnia is hell
Frida Kahlo's home Cobalt-blue walls, house her art He toured, without me. 9190909090909090909090909090909090909090 Thank you!
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Lovely are the eyes that borrow from the oceans and do no returns.
By Raine Neal3 years ago in Poets
As I crash into your coup your eyes shatter from the pressure of the love I give you while your car handles lifts in satisfaction
By Sheng Long3 years ago in Poets
Lapis lazuli: Vermeer; deft, brush, paint, tronie- Girl with Pearl Earring
By Julia Sinton3 years ago in Poets
