art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Dystopian to Utopian
CALL TO ARMS Check the rhyme The way it's designed I Fold the fabric of space and time With my mind With The visuals absent of the aura
By SiAire3 years ago in Poets
Sustenance
There is a deeply rooted need within my soul A longing for something of creative sustenance To fill the void created by the residing ache
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Poets
Reality of all the dreams
If we could only know What the future holds And if the ifs came true What would we could do? Can we create the reality where dreams come true?
By Gabriele Liutke3 years ago in Poets
Cycles
The same old cycle, Mechanical wheels of a bicycle, It wishes for you to recycle. It pulls you back, It sees you making progress,
By Natasha Harrison3 years ago in Poets
The Fight
The Fight Is there really hope for the hopeless is reaching out really all it takes Is it true when one door closes another opens
By Nichole Campbell3 years ago in Poets
Why is Taylor Swift on top of the World?
Is it the Swifities? Is it marketing? Is it her talent? Is it all three? Her New album Midnights Has broken 73 records Worldwide.
By Jeremy White3 years ago in Poets
Circles
Around and around in the game we go High up above and down so far below In relational tides to and fro Around in circles our attraction flows
By Caeizar3 years ago in Poets
One year One wish
After a year, I sit in fear realizing how time has flown. You always said never get old but now I’m here, Through my tears I wish I could take back the time and talk with you again.
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Poets
seeing life thru My Rose colored lenses.
I love it when I peek through my multicolored Rose colored lenses, and I see my boy friend walking up my stairs coming from outside, and he comes in the house, spends a little bit of time with me, then blows my precious pretty ass back out tearing my wet ass pussy up giving me back shots deep in my vagina til I scream, cream, and squirt all over his big boy type of a dope dick. His penis size reminds me of the stallion stud horses fenced in looking at the mares across the way horny as hell ready to go up inside of the mares, and knock em all up.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Gods
Bahaha, martial arts, Has limits in design, where as, Stands the next level. Short term focus on a single strike, May land eloquence,
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
Ropes
These ropes alone won’t kill me, But with these rafters they’d make a fine snap. A snap of the neck, Sever the spine, So the next time someone asks me how I’m doing,
By Shane Thomas3 years ago in Poets
A Girl Walks Alone at Night
When I first wrote this I was in the middle of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer rewatch. I was (at the time) on season 4 when I felt inspired to create this poem.
By Danielle T. Murray3 years ago in Poets