Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Diamonds, walls, foliage, and shiny steel Crafter, maker, of these things unreal With the wave of her hand she forms and feels
By Caeizar3 years ago in Poets
Slow growing friendships, gardening, dirty hands and feet, being shoeless, climbing trees, journaling, playing guitar and singing,
By Sone Kramer3 years ago in Poets
Unhealthy habits grow in sun-deficient soil; it is difficult to weed them out. They wrap up around my toes and dig me into the ground.
When we first moved in They called her a weeping willow My momma laughed at them shaking her head With a bless your heart and a goodbye tray of goodies
By Dany Jean-Pierre3 years ago in Poets
Ideas are a vibration, a rhythm, a music. And I wish to dance with them. To tango for minutes, to sway for hours, to flee from one closing bar to the next, desperate for just one more moment together.
By Matt LeBrun3 years ago in Poets
Filled by little noises, loud screams, tvs and YouTube channels… Drives my soul into a stressed out state; I become dismantled.
By Natalie Stover3 years ago in Poets
You are a tower of worlds colliding within. Monsoons of emotions hidden under the skin.
By Nicole D'Avanzo3 years ago in Poets
My legs ache with every vertical lunge That carries me up the wooden, stone, granite, brick... That carries me up the stairs.
By Libby3 years ago in Poets
I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty, and bright! I have been feeling upset most of the day almost, however I am choosing to live in the moment, and shake it off! I feel like bliss, sheer bliss, I am stoned on great reefer!
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Yesterday we met, your sparkling blue eyes – had me hypnotized. We tumbled into love, just like Jack and Jill. Together we found,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
cage. I feel it like a chain Wrapping, constructing a new house over my head, pretty new locks. Constricting, a way to shut out my pulsing, angry heart.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Under placebo effects I feel love in my reasoning Ꚗ I am swept up in a vessel of passions Is this feeling true
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
