Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Walking on a sea of perfect clear glass Is what life at time seems to come to pass You look around and see no other mass All around you're solo in your class
By Caeizar3 years ago in Poets
I just listened to Neil Hillborn And I must say I’m unimpressed + HIs rhymes are non-existent Verbs loud and unrepressed
It’s such a sad statement but it is true True in that I wish I’d never met you Free from your dear presence as it ensue Seemingly within my mind's clear purview
Today I woke up from a dream Though it barely even started One that ended before the scheme Or any chance ever charted +
A true artist at her deep beating heart Veritably driven in all her art Nor her revealing just how deftly smart Though small conversations you could not chart
there are few things as comforting as coffee in the morning Bonus points when it is a rainy day And if I am answering back a text from my lover, while drinking coffee, it is even better
By Rana3 years ago in Poets
Why is it that My comfort Lies in the hands Of people I barely know * When is it time For me to find The names of the ones
By KB3 years ago in Poets
one of the most uncomfortable things is when your stomach hurts It makes you feel so small. You curl up in a ball on your bed and can’t find any relief.
Roots We are all rooted in something And for those of us who anxiously wait We know her time is near As she sends whispers that say
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi3 years ago in Poets
"He sees a squirrel running away from a tree with an acorn, he wants to arrest it." That's my partner, Mike. We came through the academy together.
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
The damsel with gilded hair looked down over her silk bodice lace bounding her body like a cage The men sneered as her eyes strayed further down
By D3 years ago in Poets
Outstretched before her, representations of everything absent in her life. Hey eyes scan the vast and infinite horizon, depicting all things beautiful and wondering.
By Jamie LeFebvre 3 years ago in Poets
