Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
But what's in a name? If your name were a seed, you would have been planted in the garden of my life only to grow contempt for the land.
By Dwan L Hearn4 years ago in Poets
Help me Lord settle my mind, for it unsettles me in such a way It lies and changes the filter in my eyes, so that all that was bright and beautiful becomes muddled and gray.
By Stacy4 years ago in Poets
here is what they don't tell you: art is meant to be messy. you are meant to throw your head back, bare your soul to the world,
By Daisy Kay4 years ago in Poets
I can’t do it In the frozen wasteland It’s barren I’m scared and There’s nowhere for roots To hold I already put on my show
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
Seeking from a new horizon Our friendly neighborhood Norma Bassett Hall again Creates the tiny, pale clocktower
By Abigail Sire 4 years ago in Poets
New year, new you Another season with New foods to try. 🍽️ Li'l swimming fishes, You're tastier than you know. Get into my mouth.
By Crysta Coburn4 years ago in Poets
It’s probably a time for clichés of endings and beginnings. Moving forward and reflections. Resolving and Committing. And
By Miranda Weindling4 years ago in Poets
Why do I cry in the sight of someone swimming in the ocean, playing the role of a mermaid? Why do I cry when I see someone perform, singing their heart out?
By Valentine Casey4 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to be with you. That would taint the perfection you hold, To mix up your blues and pinks, To muddle your silvers and golds
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
Somewhere between Dawn and sunset As we lay in bed while we greet Holding hands and playing With the beacons of sunlight
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
Penny by a penny, dripping into the mind Making the brain sunbathe with lavishness The thought of sympathy and empathy washing away
For some, a soldier's weapon it is And many, a soft coated balancing skin When the music dances, the ballerina chooses her flow
