art

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

Dandelions
In field of many dandelion, Stretching past human gaze. Resting in yellow hues, Dancing in mornings scent. Dew droplets quench thirsty skin,
By Rachel Elizabeth Marvin4 years ago in Poets
Exercise in Longing
Plug in for the next generation: One foot out of a loafer, Bright colors & reflective surfaces,
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Poets
An Ugly Beauty
You. Tall. Perfectly slender. A face that looks soft and tender. Who are you? I know you. I see you walking from table to table.
By Andrew Dominguez4 years ago in Poets
What is Eternal?
Certainly the beauty of a rose Its fragrance and green leaves Or the howling winds Where they go no one knows And sweet spring seasons never leave
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
chartreuse . First Place in From Across the Room Challenge.
and i sit my fingers grappling purple stained from the ink of my feather pen and i watch as you work the room the way you do
By Antiquity Anecdotes4 years ago in Poets
Lovesick
I can’t write about you like I want to. I can’t hold you in my arms like I’d love to. Spend time with me not because I want you but because I need you. You are essential to my lifeline. When I do write about you though, God on the day I do, things may never be the same. You leave everything behind between us and I am now hanging by a thread. Tell me if I should clutch on tighter or if I should let go and fall.
By Nova Binx4 years ago in Poets
The Inception of Music
Verse 1 The journey through your jeweled eyes moved my imagination. A bright new beginning awaited me. Your gentle welcome excited my anticipation.
By Bea 4 years ago in Poets
Metaphysical metamorphosis (in our future dream, we found it lying in my sordid past—-you grounded me in strange blue love)
My past is my present I say that to myself often to stay grounded. To stay in check. I’m not good, I’m a wreck. I listen to old vinyl records to stay on the solid ground, but the skipping part in my mind never stops bleating it’s painfully numbing time lock.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Daily Routine
By day by night Feeling rested but not quite Anesthesia will show me a good time for the moment Roaming zoning for a bit but il reappear sometime
By Lester Baroody4 years ago in Poets
gender polarity
Man vs woman .. But it’s said, “from the dust, they both rose”. I just have a few questions, hopefully they scratch your knows.
By Drako the Righter4 years ago in Poets
lips
The portal of blessings and curses. When I open you I am overwhelmed by moisture. I try to control your flow and everything still goes wrong.
By Drako the Righter4 years ago in Poets
sacral power
Be polite and call it a “vagina” If you nasty, call me a “p*ssy”. Those words can’t define me, My power is beyond me. I manifest through art,
By Drako the Righter4 years ago in Poets