Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
(They didn’t choose you, @life + They were just little atoms in someone’s body + They felt nothing) * They had no understanding
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
The sea is very hard Like the great people I respect Whether they are alive or dead All of them have to rise early and stay late
By Ann M Hollins3 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to humiliate you I am compassionate I just want to help you But you expected me to trample on you
Summer fades away making way for a new season to show itself. Autumn is one of my favorite seasons staying inside while it rains a lot.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
Pull the cap off What will you write today? An odious ode Of men sold to gold That smell of things so old Their story is no longer told
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
A poem is A cloud of sounds Coalesced Stretched Woven Leashed Unleashed onto An unexpecting world of ho hum Into the hands of children
By Philosopher Bonnie3 years ago in Poets
A bubble bath or shower, hmmmm It’s easy to imagine either as comfortable. Open the gates of chaos and release the Kracken,
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
Plants Those soft and fresh Are mercilessly eaten by herbivores Those that are good at defending themselves
By Mariana R Penn3 years ago in Poets
The Holy Virgin of Tianshan Sitting alone on high She has the dress for the cold wind The bright mirror of the glacier
By Christy R Davis3 years ago in Poets
Loved a woman once But was abandoned by her, by poverty and wandering At first, I still had hatred, like a coconut tree by the sea
By the lake, on the path A pair of holding hands For years, it seems Never let go They were holding one by the other
Page 301 Nearly finished Though I feel like I've just begun. Fall leaves Crisp like pages, I see you in every one. A breeze that drifts
By Raine Neal3 years ago in Poets
