Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Slip sliding, sometimes Even Gliding. Shifting weight and the open spaces, Punching the clock. Tag me in. I love to swim into your,
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
Weird Eccentric Sad Fat My eyes tried not to give a glance But my heart kept feeling hard for this past ꙮꙮꙮꙮ
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
From the second you lock the door behind you You don't leave me in an empty house Loneliness has its own presence And it follows me into every room
By Penny3 years ago in Poets
You will lift your wings, robin, and fly down these three bushes Hanging hooks, and thus - in my confinement - evoke the memory of the furry lupine
By Lazare Hurst3 years ago in Poets
I stood atop a watermelon And saw a cherry blossom sky Floating in the wind was a glint in his lilac eyes Like shooting stars or embers, glowing with the wind
By Calamity and Calm3 years ago in Poets
When I read your poems, They fill my head with Joy. Illuminating my min with rainbows, And beautiful words in windows!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
A wise man knows nothing. Wisdom requires something. A conundrum in open places. Fantasy apocalyptic and again the zombies.
Why do we look at the light And expect the happiness to embrace us What if we burn And have us flake apart And the ash of our emotion
By Alessandra Felice3 years ago in Poets
To the night crawlers they appear at the early hours of the morn singing their song of freedom intoxicated by the sweet liquor of the stars
Tingling sensations crawl across my body, Starting in my toes, Rising through my bones, The feeling of the end of summer.
By Chris Griesche3 years ago in Poets
Into the night the fire warped the stars. Counting sheep and the mythical dreams, of a sudden freeze. Cracking chaos open with each
Blame yourself on how you are Ugly like an Avatar I’m feeling blue with my shoe…. Running up like I’m a star Sit all day Inside your car
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
