Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
What is shorthand? Some would say what are all those lines and curves all about. Some would say what is this some sort of special code?
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
We are all swans, Swimming in our own lanes. Judged by the world for the colour of our feathers, Nevertheless, the favourite of our mothers,
By Shruthi Rajaram4 years ago in Poets
collected pool tiles and shattered glass create a mosaic on the surface of Coney Island concrete walls: the fishes of the sea,
By Paul Fey4 years ago in Poets
Her maple brown skin is soft like Egyptian cotton. Heavenly sweet voice that can never be forgotten. Her liquid brown eyes will seduce you out of everything you wish you had.
By PoeticallyPurple244 years ago in Poets
Another jobless morning driving for brunch wallowing in life's melancholy where are all the people surrounded by fall turning black the faded white noise
By Anonymous Writer 3784 years ago in Poets
The purple clocktower glimmers And radiates Like a star Above the Cold, bleak void below. Even amongst The suffering and impoverished,
By Anthony Cornatzer4 years ago in Poets
Colors of vivid hue were warm, Sweet blue waters, Fruit ripe and pink, Brilliantly danced and took form. Green as of emeralds played,
By Sarah Leggett4 years ago in Poets
The Undersound Today I am not ok But I’m not ok everyday I might say that I am Cause I know no one understands But no
By Jjenni Dagnelli 4 years ago in Poets
Motivation Pick your poison Fear drives the train off the rails Runaway tracks do assail Can be hard to bail When fear’s the driver
By Jessica Wolf4 years ago in Poets
I wish I had eight eyes Each with a different role I'd have an eye on my money an eye on my heart an eye on my mind and an eye on my grocery cart
By Dave Parry4 years ago in Poets
I am the goddess of war the primal source of protection. Come to me when threatened and afraid and I will protect you. I am the goddess of wisdom
By Danielle Mosley4 years ago in Poets
1 Today i feel uneasy. I’ve been waking up late, staying up late, showing up late. Sometimes my thoughts even come in late. All I want is to be on time for once. Just when I need it.
By Denzel SW4 years ago in Poets
