Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Queen your infinite for smooth skin is medicine, Hidden secrets of colorful shades to heal melanin. Queen practice what you preach physically & mentally are your duty,
By πππ¨π«π π π5 years ago in Poets
The thing about Art is You can't fake it. No matter how skilled a liar, No matter how many you have convinced, Art will always know.
By Kynnie Campbell5 years ago in Poets
Seamless, the soul inside of me Wandering oblivions and transparent hues Unbroken spent pennies Lying on the sidewalk Perennial, speaking of doom
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Poets
The shadow is half of me But is the darkness happily With all the good that left casualties Abandoned who you feel is family
By V the poet (Fvginaction) 5 years ago in Poets
Iβm not a poet. I am not poetic, but I know how to tell you 2 plus 2 is square and it makes sense. (four sides) I donβt write poetry. I do, however, speak with a noisy silence that your mind can hear clearly.
By Dwan L Hearn5 years ago in Poets
I am not perfection, and I never intend to be To write is to escape And to escape is to be truly free The voices in my head have faces and names and brilliant comebacks
By Rebekah Meech5 years ago in Poets
My dearest Thatβs how the letters start My dearest My dearest My dearest Just two words can melt the cold, bitter place in my heart
By Telicia Darius 5 years ago in Poets
Tell me, do my caramel thighs speak to you? What do they say in response to your vulgarity? Does the roundness of each curve trigger an impulse that you canβt control?
By Angel Holmes5 years ago in Poets
Learning to love myself It is as hard as understanding mental health Learning to love someone else This is where we ignore one's self
By Nala Grayson (Patterson)5 years ago in Poets
Peach was bitten, and the pain was unbearable. Every night in the middle of the night, there will be painful tears, but it never resents. Because it knows that no one will have smooth sailing, and there will always be a trough.
By Raisa Rheda5 years ago in Poets
"Lo, I say! Consider the quantity of fire! Know ye then why one trident is eight sided? Lo, I Say! Consider the numbers that I am.
By Judah Spindler5 years ago in Poets
Backgrounders, however hard they try, Will always be timely. Now punctual is just the thing, To get me wondering if backgrounders are seasonable.
By Bg Das5 years ago in Poets
