Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I write what I like On Vocal I some times have No grammar structure And yet The. My Creation get published This is my Rebel
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
Start writing... You're everything; you're the reason why You're the brightest star up in the sky You're the thoughts that keep me up at night
By Shelby Davenport3 years ago in Poets
All my love letters to you are on sticky notes, That I slipped into the pockets of your coats, Taped to your computer screen and hidden in books you haven't opened.
By Jaimie3 years ago in Poets
A tower towering in isolation in a strange space Only the vertical starlight I can see the face As if a flowering branch swaying in mid-air
By Ann M Hollins3 years ago in Poets
I am having a glorious day today I should make plenty of new work on my author platform and take a break and go for a 15 minute walk seriously tho
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Excellence is in the eye of the beholder I am a dope author and writer and I know it I pray and call it forth for new pledges and tips to come my way so I can just return the favor
I am big booty Judy hot damn it I am a sexy beast fuck yes! When I complete my whole smoking hot babe bod makeover my bf will jump on me all of the time then I will have NO COMPLAINTS!!!
The survivors vaguely remembered that the signs of the wreck were early At some point in the journey, it had touched a reef in the rapids
Just one scream Can undo everything Everything I have accomplished Within my own behavioral torment Just like with cigarettes
By Jessica Burby3 years ago in Poets
When I am old When I am old and my teeth are loose, I can already only watch others gnawing on chicken legs and biting into thin apples. In that case
By Barbara M Quinn3 years ago in Poets
Alone in a room with a warm, dim light. The TV was on for a while, a deep steady voice keeping company, but the time has passed. The mood has shifted. I'm ready to listen to my silence.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Poets
When an art historian feels comfortable. They feel like they are with their people. They feel they could look at the same Renaissance-era painting for hours on end without growing tired of it.
By Miranda Monahan3 years ago in Poets
