Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
She seeks what he locks — what, six times, blind seekers sought locked in Bluebeard's room
By Kaylie Stenberg3 years ago in Poets
pure inspiration kindles ebullient life — my beryl blue haiku
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Poets
Sound swells, my soul’s food A jazz band, reeds vibrating, Brass singing: the Blues
By Kristen Tejera3 years ago in Poets
Music from the soul. The Blues artists’ tears and joys, Pour out from steel strings.
By Dave Blade3 years ago in Poets
Cool, calm collected. West culture blue represents Masculinity. ###################################### This is my sixth blue haiku for the challenge.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Roses still blooming When the angels took you away Tears, beneath blue sky
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Feeling sad is true. Like the sky, high above me. A rich shade of blue.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
Like a work of art. Azure skies are a canvas. To graceful white clouds.
They are sweet and round. Blueberries fill us with joy. Both desserts and plain.
Twilight descending. A cool blue peaceful aura. Soothing and graceful.
Etchings on the skin. Permanence has place here when lapis stains adorn.
By Casia3 years ago in Poets
Democrats are blue. It's what our President is. Team Blue or Team Red?
