art

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

BEYOND DEEP
Broken into pieces, too many to be put back together, no more moisture left to produce any more tears, feeling raw beyond time and space,
By Melissa Ireland4 years ago in Poets
DESIRE
I tried to eliminate desire. Just wanted to see if I could take a break from it's comings and goings. Sometimes it would show up so exquisitely dressed that as an artist I could not resist a sincere exploration.
By Melissa Ireland4 years ago in Poets
Worldview
When you breathe… do you feel how light you are? Do you notice how freely the air fills your lungs.. capacity, and space…
By Alexis Creamer4 years ago in Poets
Both sides of the river.
The east bank is the second uncle's house, and the west bank is the cousin's house. I fish and catch crabs in the river, scooping up a simple life.
By shiguang14 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Sunset
Video with my son, the sunset is reflected in the red window on the playground after the holiday Empty. My son told me that his silkworms grew up
By shiguang14 years ago in Poets
Rose
Flowers are like snow, burning the desolate spring's sick sentences are all chosen by it We can ignore all the sounds and listen to the flower language under a tree
By shiguang14 years ago in Poets
Poem: My place in this world?
“They say its a gift, live with a joy. I say its a curse, an unknown ploy.” “The one who made it, live in peace, the one they made scream and weeps.”
By Ahmed Sheikh4 years ago in Poets
Me, Myself, and the World
A spec on a spec in space Some signs showed me the way That I could find my place Hauled by this ball Along with all That flies, climbs and crawls
By Carter Whittaker4 years ago in Poets
East of Exit 43
I woke up today miles away from a love laced with pain Bought a bottle of Bombay just to pour it down the drain Cruised east on I-80, twenty-eight miles to exit 43
By A.J. Lynx4 years ago in Poets
Path to Gods Love
Path to God's Love The sin of the world Eclipsed the light of my life To endure the pain of sin Is not a fate of mine
By Thomas F4 years ago in Poets
“Sorrowful Meaning”
Why do people always judge the good and evil, When they know right from wrong yet they don’t try to be equal, and steer from evil past the prequel of the hypocritical people?
By D’Maje Robinson4 years ago in Poets
Dancing in the rain
And when she speaks of lilies velvet to the touch of ones ear . The top of her fingers , there there is magic . Without a touch now you care for her adamantly. Don’t won’t and cannot hurt her the heavens won’t allow it . Taming all of the most fierce beast . Humbling them without a word yet to speak . She is the fairest of them all . For what is beauty without her beast . Love conquers all and all of her is so that piercing all within her sight Purifying the darkest soul , leading them to the light.
By LAKESHIA BRIMLEY4 years ago in Poets