Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
she wanted to stay but he pushed her away and it’s finally time for her departure the last goodbye she knows It’ll be fine deep down everyone knows that she tried to see the good in the bad
By dana may4 years ago in Poets
Trigger warning: mention of suicide I look up at the starry sky, Wondering if they're all people who fly. I want to be with them but am unsure when.
By Rene Peters4 years ago in Poets
my story should be told nevermind it not being about Glitter and gold little girls should know when danger is close my story should be written
By g.m.t 4 years ago in Poets
What song do I sing to thee? Thee who is so holy, thee who is so free. What chords do I swimmingly combine? So that you call yourself yours, and I myself mine.
By Mihaela Vasileva4 years ago in Poets
I think we limit our own potential placing boundaries on ourselves in fear of what we may encounter, too afraid to venture out into the unknown
By Jeanroy Grant4 years ago in Poets
He was infatuated with your physique never your mind, sometimes he’s left wondering how did he gain your time,
Picture no guidelines people coming off the sidelines, hunger no different from anybody living prime time,
Tempest The breeze moves us forward. It is my body that does the movement. No, it is the wind and the clouds. The hollow core of the funnel spews
By Vernon T. Scott4 years ago in Poets
Art is the path to humanity It is a canvas of the human journey A depiction of trials and tribulations As well as an ode to human victory
By Bahora Saitova 4 years ago in Poets
Poetry & Art: Poetry inspired by Artworks "Is it a Dream or is it Destiny?" by Cristina Marcolina Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/followthescissors/
By Facundo Raganato4 years ago in Poets
"Don't tell anyone about me or I'll kill you." She's back, I'm more fearful than before. I feel trapped, As though I'm pinned against the floor.
You push and pull just like your tides, The very essence of your presence colliding with mine. You drift on rough waters crashing over me, a stream of ease
By Nicole D'Avanzo4 years ago in Poets
