Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The comfort of the sea The feel of the breeze The line in the water The beer at my feet The fish have been jumping But I have not got a bite
By Dylan 3 years ago in Poets
Do you ever feel stuck? Like you fell in a trap? Feel like you want to give up? Like you'll never get back? When you feel like you'll never amount to anything more
With the tourniquet firmly in place, she will no longer crave She falls asleep, on her own shoulder Fallen angel, at the human addicted form,
By Valentina Savage3 years ago in Poets
I’ve learned to be comfortable even through the uncomfortable. If I really had to name something that makes me comfortable,
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Poets
Its a place for many things. Its a place I went as a kid, a teen, and now as an adult. Its a place for congregation (though some might swear its a religious experience).
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Poets
I give life unto thee! Dare I breathe the good breath of life in thy nostrils? I do dare such a thing! Live!
By Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer3 years ago in Poets
I was standing in the water Watching the clouds go by Washing my troubles away Thought I’d try a caddis fly So I tied it on and cast a line
By Schmalz3 years ago in Poets
Illness my take my youth, my life, but not love my darling husband It will never take my steadfast love, We may be forever apart,
By Kim Murray3 years ago in Poets
I hopped on The train of glory To peaks I'd never been I hopped off A mile away from sin I found out Just how life had been
Welcome to the whiskey sun Where folks have lived for generations Transplants are a dime a dozen But we still cling to our traditions
By Sarah Loyd3 years ago in Poets
Jane couldn't stop thinking about the coffee It was just so hot and dark But she could never forget the crisafi * That morning, Jane was shocked by the toffy
By Adan3 years ago in Poets
And who would have thought, They would have stumbled upon one another In the midst of anguish Beneath the sun, Then again beneath the moon,
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
