Tagged "art"

Becoming the Sea

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 You didn’t make me, in this sea of pain Dystopia in my mind, It set tears My words lost to me, our song, my heart, drained

By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets

70 Roads

70 Roads Scattered thoughts raining down like debris at the end of a storm It fills my head with twilight daydreams echoing from the tips of broken clouds

By Jjenni Dagnelli 4 years ago in Poets

The Dahlia Pinnata Flower

Poetry & Art: Poetry inspired by Artworks "The Dahlia Pinnata Flower" by Miriam Rovirosa LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/miriamrovirosa

By Facundo Raganato4 years ago in Poets

Pandemic, Pandemic How much longer will it be? Pandemic Pandemic Are there any jobs out there for me? Going day to day With no joy We wear masks while others don’t So what’s the point? We smile and try not to worry But we worry because we never know Pandemic Pandemic please, just go I mean… When will this fear end? So we no longer have to pretend, That life is what it should be And not what it is? But the truth is that it isn’t what it could be because we always feel useless once again.

By Natalie 4 years ago in Poets

All Roads

The First Drum sings, from the wet bone hollow, between breath and flesh. This red rhythm we know, buried in our skin,

By Cynthia Chape4 years ago in Poets

Home

Home is where you’re comfortable. Where you’re at ease and see How you can accept and relish beauty It is tied to identity and who we wish to be It is a place, a hope, a memory, a destination It is the self and others It is transient yet an anchor I once knew a restless girl Who traveled the world in search of home. She found it within herself And she was free. Home here grows and it knows you and it wants you here where you are comfortable and free. Home here is happy and shows you who you are and where you want to be.

By Cameron Glenn4 years ago in Poets

Sotto Voce

When I saw my first studio apartment I did not sob or cry out. I did not realize I was safe. Ownership; a foreign tongue, a shadowy mirage in the desert horizon, felt useless. An unfamiliar shirt in loose laundry.

By Anaya Wesley4 years ago in Poets

A Tiny Island

The world is known by many a name, to each a different beast, as we struggle though this cosmic mess, longing for some peace.

By Sami Zayat4 years ago in Poets

Home country

Distant hazes of the mountains protrude the horizon, Tears of joy in the form of streams glisten Lavished with a wealth of fields of golden grains,

By abhidipta mallik4 years ago in Poets

A longing

What's it called when you feel homesick for a place you've never been? That's what I seem to have. There are moments when I feel you, see you, hear you, and I believe it.

By Kellsie Moore4 years ago in Poets