art

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

Music
A speaker for every chore walking out the door plugged in concerts a plenty to see options are many to spin * the melody of reverb
By Some Guy3 years ago in Poets
The first feeling of a comforting love
The first feeling that comes from a heart of an open mind and open touch to explore the world and desire just a love like a dream for my mind to really flow in the pink water pot. The red tea with hibiscus scent smelled by your tastes, the form of a chi that connects and unite it is where I feel the most peaceful and relaxed comfort. I often find myself so free and good just when I can be who I truly am a human with a creative kind of a zen. Art often comforts me the most the one that find positive line in each experience of a life. The heart warmed tears and gestures of love is where I aim to be just loved. Being free to express every word with line where I don't need to be judged and criticized. That comfort creates the so called mine and it is within me to be in here and in the now. The love for the moment with the low and the down, the low for the high and the up just in the cloud to walk the sand with my mind it is often just enough and comforting pretty fine.
By Darkos3 years ago in Poets
The Death of the Hairy Child
What makes a poem a poem is that it is a kind of awakening of the personality and mind. It is an awakening to a poetic life that returns to the truth and softness of the heart. Here, there is a spiritual self-awareness, but also self-reflection in action.
By Margaret3 years ago in Poets
Meditation
Meditation. Except the movements are essential to the plot thrust, flicking on the cooling lot, breeze between impacts shattering a Sunday morn.
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Poets
Characters Consumed
The sun sets on the nine to five Day is done The five to nine quickens On the retreat to our domain One screen closes
By Bianca D.3 years ago in Poets
What We Wouldn't do for Family
What wouldn't you do for your family? could it be moving furniture; babysitting a toddler; planting a garden; financial help;
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Dancing With You Forever
The day you took me dancing, I knew we’d be together forever, dancing till the stars – faded from the sky. Our love going so deep,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Quintessence
I find comfort in writing surreal poetry. I leave you this maze, where just below the surface and maybe above it you can see some geopolitical themes. A hint of peace is always a step away. But peace is easily disturbed, just like how a pond forms ripples when a single stone skips across it.
By Andrea Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
Words and Worlds
Pages slip through fingers, Sunshine warm dust wafts, Delicate, soft, inviting. Paragraphs unfold under soft caress, Weaving together,
By Steph Powell3 years ago in Poets
Star Burst Of Happiness
This Poem is inspired by Jimmy Cliff Sun Sunny Day How I love the beauty the Sun bring Seeing clearly how my friends love me with
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
Sailing for Lands Good Enough
Today, I set out for lands good enough and say goodbye to perfection’s bliss for it takes far too long and too much of me
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi3 years ago in Poets
The Comforts of Home
Fallen tears of Father Sky fell upon his love as the ground slowly became a muddy ocean. All the children of Mother Earth have gathered inside,
By R. N. M. Haubrock3 years ago in Poets