Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Out in the open Get a margarita frozen See potential mates shoot like the last name Derozen First name Demar Anyone who likes long walks and Kendrick Lamar
By Flo Buf4 years ago in Poets
As you know I’m on a mission Need to find out what Is missing Play with puzzles everyday All my struggles finds a way I’ll be me keep fighting on
By Haychie_Artist4 years ago in Poets
It is so hard to express what I feel. Most of the time, I end up writing my feelings in my diary or doing poetry. Writing helps make me feel better when I feel like I'm about to explode because I am holding in different emotions on the inside.
By Carmina Cataluna4 years ago in Poets
Isn’t it authentic beauty That your hair defies gravity All the laws saying what you can and cannot be Your curls adorn your head
By Jasmine Smith4 years ago in Poets
Pick out the moonlight, feel for a few crickets sing Hold a piece of grass, can pick up the lost childhood
By Thu Hà Khương4 years ago in Poets
My body suspended in time, flesh lit ablaze Charcoal scales breathing slowly My dreams bare and laid to waste Unsewn jaw, tongue slips out raw
By Alyx Lennon4 years ago in Poets
It’s never easy releasing pain I tried ignoring it Hoping it might go away But it never did, and I'll never be the same
When dark clouds circle the ever changing mind and the fog begins to set deep and thick, unyielding- things begin to fade.
By Tanya Ross4 years ago in Poets
The blind oath… How she get so interwoven? A choice was chosen Pulled… Left broken Burnt to a crisp Arrived right Wanted all she had…
By Luca$ Hamm 4 years ago in Poets
Here’s Some Nice Poem By A, “Punny” Guy Puns are nice, but I need a living so I can get all life is giving, but I don’t drive and can’t afford a chauffeur.
By Cuz Roye4 years ago in Poets
When i see a cliff i don’t hesitate, I jump head first; leaving myself to fate, In the darkest depths of my mind, The thoughts I have are one of a kind,
By Rayn 4 years ago in Poets
What is Love? Is it the feeling in your chest that accelerates your heartbeat? What about the butterflies in your stomach that makes your knees weak? Could it be the the three letter word between the sheets? Or how about the five languages we speak?
By Byron Perry4 years ago in Poets
