Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
West Coast wines this year Get to claim that they end with "A smoky finish."
By Joel Lippert3 years ago in Poets
Napa’s a bit dry Kenwood finishes oaky Sonoma’s fruity.
Dearest Emily, Hello, I am nobody, too! Just like you. Perhaps they would relate to us- too! I do agree to be somebody
By Miranda Putney3 years ago in Poets
When I'm struggling to find a word that fits, That hits just right I'll make one up, just like the greats did! I'll make up nonsense names
no matter how high there will always be much more than snow at the top
By Taylor Grant3 years ago in Poets
Remember! When the mind fears the heart Our obvious lies torture the smile If outside is pure darkness Our Inner light’s then shadow
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
Wow! No one but everyone understands. How can that be? Are you alone, or are you in a sea of algae? Is everything blurred
By Bonnie Webb3 years ago in Poets
Don't ever cry Don’t ever cry, your eyes are precious So be strong and courageous Long time ago in 2019 I met you
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
A century ago (in 1923), Dr. William Carlos Williams published his work entitled "The Red Wheelbarrow," which consisted of the following sixteen words:
By Clemin Thyme3 years ago in Poets
A Deep Colored Socialite Yellow Pink and Blue Makes Me Happy and ANew. Refreshed By the Pigments Of a Distinct Hue.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Poets
Fickle is the Muse’s favour, Alighting in the minds of but a fortunate few. Like the furtive fluttering of gossamer wings,
By Christine Meush3 years ago in Poets
As Dante passed through the woods of the world, He met the man of whom stories were told, Virgil, he was, in the days of his life,
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Poets
