art

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

The God twins
In the beginning there were two children, twins. A boy and a girl born within dark matter. The pitter patter of tiny feet
By Daniel Hooks3 years ago in Poets
WHERE ARE U NOW?
Where have you been? All this time Thought of you you’re In my rhyme You were there…. Everywhere Should’ve looked…. Over there
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
A Thicker Skin.
Title: A thicker Skin By: Ms. Thomas A thicker skin, I just grew it, I feel it in my fucking bones, it feels like bliss, sheer bliss is how I feel right now.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
I feel like I must ball alone.
All I day dream about, and or dream about during rem sleep is my money being dumb stupid phat, comma's, comma's, comma's, that is all I think about is, being curious about how soon I will see pledges + tips + huge count in readers. I am curious about how soon I will reach my goal amount in the stories I type up using my platform? And I wonder how many of my stories will I choose to use pen, & paper to brainstorm instead of just free balling with my brain straight to the computer, and lay it the fuck out, and either way win some challenges or maybe more than some? And see my read count grow tremendously, and much sooner than expected, fuck around, and have that I-phone before I would have expected to be able to purchase it. I need tips, and pledges, I need my audience to see the best poetry, novels', or short stories that I can provide so others will binge read my content, and enjoy. I just want to do me at my fullest potential. I am searching for my undercover genius, and just waiting for it to pop out to stay.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
Don’t hold my hand. Don’t kiss me when you walk through my door. God why did I let you in? Don’t text me often.
By Nova Binx3 years ago in Poets
Color
What world isn’t in color. A blind man walking. Can taste victory at the edge of a sword, Stands the impelled. Paper so scarred it may cause you to fall into,
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
The chi grass loves us without a despair
The grass loves us without a despair it brings the water up and water down without a stop without a delay. The grass with its green shines for our eye sight to take a rest to relax to naturally come back to our own rythm and make us more alive.
By Darkos3 years ago in Poets
The home evolves
The home evolves into space city. It is not just the virtual the universe or any space. It is a non space chi galaxity where we turn to our best mind new thoughts and from there we arrive into the home of our inner supermindinfinity. We evolve through natural rythm of intuition and gestures of the immediacy to stay in us to love us more than outsider world
By Darkos3 years ago in Poets
Online Dating
How miserable is online dating Seemingly with every click hope fading With no way of sad failure abating You think this time it will be different
By Caeizar3 years ago in Poets
PREPARED
Never gave up on my writing Imagine If I did so In my head I kept on fighting Had to drink Calypso Certain things I sacrificed
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Chocolate covered strawberries? Anyone?
I hope to God my buddy Mike (uncle Fish) comes thru today, and takes me to Kroger so I can get my groceries, I can't wait to take Jim Beam's sauce pan to melt the popular chocolate bars, and or chips down to drench my berries in it as soon as possible. I want to enjoy my chocolate covered strawberries with some homemade iced coffee with caramel sauce, and creamer (half&half) + sugar in the raw.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Little Lemon Flower, Redux
Little Lemon Flower, How do you grow so far away From the sun When it’s raining, and the shoulder of shadow Drinks in your tears?
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets