Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
shields lift and fall making broad and bright bursting light floods the empty cradle and lifts me heaven-bound lungs, mind, spirit, crown high
By Kamryn Hines3 years ago in Poets
a sense of temporariness sat down on a tree branch thinking it is invisible allowing me to make a stamp with my camera
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Why have a café? The constant hum of the coffee machine in your ear, why is that noise endearing to me whilst I sit here?
By Charlotte Eden 3 years ago in Poets
Nose flared up From the cold And the drugs Cant feel my face Uber saves me Death was awaiting On the gutter The side of the road
By Chris Griesche3 years ago in Poets
APPEARANCES Her appearance in this life slipped past the conscious intention makers of the world, and instead,
By Melissa Ireland3 years ago in Poets
COMINGS AND GOINGS Content for years watching you come and go, cheering you on in your adventures, adapting to the alone time with a grateful enthusiasm drenched with curiosity and artistic flair
“I AM AN ARTIST” SHE SAID As I embrace the lines on my paper the infinity of life takes the lead in our dance
Without the sharp edge of this, expression cutting diamonds. Glass houses falling, Into order. Under the winds of tomorrow.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
yes, you are the soft queen Raven As ever, I, Edgar, Was never held back by your name A strong hold of a muse Forever you claim,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
ur the lemon 🍋 pepper girl You are peppery, fiery the singing weather surrounds your milky, rightfully angry eyes, brown like beautiful earth
Do thoughts make a sound? If so you'd hear screaming How can a room be so quiet When this noise is deafening? Maybe it can't be heard by ears
By Penny3 years ago in Poets
I feel completely useless. Like I'm walking around trying to find a light switch. Like it’s my first day on earth. Like I’ve landed here to explore and see the beauty everywhere, but I don’t. Instead I see things for what they are and I want to go home now. I feel nothing but boredom.
