art

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

Lost
Every night I complete this task. It cools my whole heart and soul. I get so lost in my thoughts. Images come through to me.
By Rika Lekay5 years ago in Poets
Clicking ticking
Tic Click tic click tic click tic click!!!! Getting louder and louder as the latched is unlatched, a little tappity tap, twist and knock the box but the tic toc doesn’t stop.
By Angel Tejada5 years ago in Poets
The Apartment
Scratched wood and smudged beige walls, The shriek of a vibrant orange teapot. Dust and cat hair settle on the desk, the table, the couch, the bed.
By Alexandra Authement5 years ago in Poets
Creatively Re-use And Re-cycle. Top Story - July 2021.
When the stresses in my life start to get too much I need relief and thats when I get my creative on, To make something that’s both physical and mental
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Around the Corner
Around the corner is another corner, and around that corner theres another, suprisingly enough around that corner is another and it's odd when we don't end up where we started. Around the corner is a crossroad, and that crossroad leads to another, suprisingly enough that crossroad leads to another it's funny when somehow we keep ending up where we started. Around the corner is a pot of gold but you have to follow the signs, If you know you dont know just take your time, around the corner is a gold mine. Around the corner is the rest of our lives around the corner is more people standing there trying to decide.
By Charles Walton5 years ago in Poets
Manic
The rustling leaves tossed by the gentle breeze outside my window are no lullaby tonight. A song both old and new invites me,
By Chance Garrett Wilhite5 years ago in Poets
When the ink stops...
Start writing...What is the best thing to do when you have a writers block and the ink stops? Write! My eye twitches but I shut it tight, My finger itches yet I curl it into a fist. The clock stops ticking, maybe I'm just not thinking.
By Miss_Elated03 5 years ago in Poets
Art
An artistry, however hard it tries, Will always be exquisite. Are you upset by how delicate it is? Does it tear you apart to see the artistry so intense?
By Sabin Paul5 years ago in Poets
Abundant Theatre
Three steps into the stage that drama can capture a play off the book by Noel. A shot to bring out the night of the spark is of the spirit that Summer is in the shadow that split the night.
By Paul Noel Cimino5 years ago in Poets
Masterpiece
She is a woman who knows What it’s like to live on tiptoes... Underneath the pressure Of his anger, Steeped in verbal blows.
By Tessa Glasgow 5 years ago in Poets
Purple Love Haze
A truth to the sound is the near shattered element of the electric in a haze. I know it is the long distance scale. It is clear to be processed, so may I learn a note to be inspired?
By Paul Noel Cimino5 years ago in Poets
Art
Art Do you know what it is To hold the note in such delicacy? To write words to the very edge of the page? To close the eyes at such ecstasy?
By Facundo Raganato5 years ago in Poets