art

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

The Eagle over the Strait
That's an eagle! On the edge of the cliff Over the temple at the top of the mountain Still, like a black dot, motionless
By Ann M Hollins3 years ago in Poets
For Poplar
The silver pillars of the oasis, by winter More upright, simple, and sharp The white earth enters the woodcut time
By Christy R Davis3 years ago in Poets
Father
Here comes the father. on a penitent old horse. He came to say goodbye to me. He said that the incisors that had fallen out in the early years had been found in the vegetable patch.
By Mariana R Penn3 years ago in Poets
Lake
The lake rises and spring is getting richer day by day. I am amazed at the acacia trees on the shore that day by day tends to cave in.
By Ann M Hollins3 years ago in Poets
Holy Music and Lofty Thinking
When the soft sounds of high soprano notes and violins fill the air with such gentle ease, That is when my mind feels free and at peace.
By Jackie Barrows3 years ago in Poets
Winter
God gives people winter If it is a gift from God, it must have a deep meaning After spring and summer, autumn gives people abundant food
By Christy R Davis3 years ago in Poets
Once in awhile
Somedays its green – The apple she saw this morning was – Moving restlessly in her sleep till she Quakes and vomits inside her mouth
By Aubrie Belle 3 years ago in Poets
Say goodbye
The daisies in the drizzle, the wet steps I'm about to wave goodbye As a desperate wisp of smoke, far away from home
By Mariana R Penn3 years ago in Poets
The Great Cold
However, the snow is melting. On the coldest day of the year, we stand on the ice and watching the snow, slowly melting like ice cream.
By Ann M Hollins3 years ago in Poets
Trees know more
Trees know more. Whenever she goes to a strange place, it is always a certain tree is the first to become her faithful listener and gain her trust.
By Mariana R Penn3 years ago in Poets
Old Photos
Old photos provide comfort to me, taking me back to yesterday. So much time has passed but they comfort me and take me back to the places and faces that used to be. I return to these days with every old photo I see and relive it all once more in my daydreams. It seems that was such a simple time, and there were many smiles while in the photos my family and friends wave to me and give me a feeling of comfort when I can see it all again.
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
In this world
In this world, there are farmers, artisans, horse herders travelers, and those who are skilled in divination, the hard-working merchants, and philosophers in solitude
By Mariana R Penn3 years ago in Poets