Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I woke up and rolled over and found myself in your hair Filled with a sigh and murmured at the view Among that world, a window called our love
By Raine Fielder3 years ago in Poets
Seeing a child laughing with joy Jumping in the mud Made me feel like A free bird is flying up in the sky His expressions were like there is no sorrow
By Mr.Khan3 years ago in Poets
2 years ago today I said “YES” 💍 to my best friend at the top of the Ferris wheel, down the Jersey shore. Want to know a funny story about that night?
By Nicole Oliver3 years ago in Poets
In reach, yet so often missed. In sight, yet so often ignored. In touch, yet so often confused. The whisper of a voice across the table,
By R. M. Forté3 years ago in Poets
am I numb? How can I have everything ..and still lay …here with my chest empty? Am I ungrateful? Am I just incapable of happiness? You know that simplicity of the smallest thing making your entire day now ….I’m the smallest inconvenience of the day.. Who am I but an insufferable girl?
By V3 years ago in Poets
Abuser You took advantage of my soul You destroyed my every last hope I really thought you loved me But I forgive you, I have to
By Amystic3 years ago in Poets
I am convinced that all poets are insane and the best poetry comes from the craziest brains. Loose bolts, dangling screws,
By Lune3 years ago in Poets
"Passing a note from one year to another," the melody said to the singer, "is an art which will outlive you all." "Amassing motes,"
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Comfort in my loneliness. Comfort in silence. Comfort from the morning sun rays slipping through the blinds. Comfort when the sheets of the bed are soft against my legs
By Frida Ramos They/her3 years ago in Poets
my body lays flat and lifeless beneath the sheets the audio of a bone cracking and squishing pounds beneath my ears I don't know how long i’ve been here
By bianca3 years ago in Poets
To express ~ There’s identity with each moment, The choice to be whatever it is that wants to shine through ~ could be from this dream or the one beside you, in the next breath fo life.
By Gina Zwenger3 years ago in Poets
The millionaire looks at his balance and worries. He feels lonely. He thinks his life is not exciting enough.
By Mcennis Stepchinski3 years ago in Poets
