Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Around every nook Every passage, stones, and all Calming, clean and cool.
By Aoife’s stories 3 years ago in Poets
Salt, mold, decadence Sharp, breath assaulted, vicious On my tongue: blue cheese
By Kristen Tejera3 years ago in Poets
In antiquity The word “blue” did not exist Just the wine-dark sea
By Ahna Lewis3 years ago in Poets
At 18: ready World beckons, but 22 Heart blue, wallet too
Blue my mother’s eyes Blue all of these sighs, goodbye I say goodnight
Then, he used to sing "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain." Now, I am Blue Eyes.
By Kaylie Stenberg3 years ago in Poets
This array of blues… a spiraling masterpiece! Therapeutic art…
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
I have a blue wall. I'm covered with blue words too. I have a white box.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Blue balls of water They are floating down the stream Play with the water
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
I could write a symphony of tears to create an ocean. Or I could just close my eyes. Behind the curtain hide’s, The emotional bondage.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
Text message, not green Any longer, I’ve moved up Apple’s acolyte
Soft blues and yellows Swirl in circles like sadness Or insanity ***** Inspired by Van Gogh's famous painting.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Poets
