Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Why you so In a rush? Please just slow It down…. Let me go get my brush So I can sweep around…. Let me fix this mess Trust the process…. I guess
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
There are those things that we wish, if we could make any wish; money, drugs, sex? But the wish I would wish is that I would have known my last days:
By Melody Hoag5 years ago in Poets
All the time I was sitting forlornly Thinking of you all along. Like the wind of the winter morning, Flitting by me like a song,
By Rana Ansar 5 years ago in Poets
"By the Light of Darkness" Old fire burn the night, bring me to her sight! Healing pure water deep, my heart she will keep. Magic no longer here, still forever dear!
By Jack Drake5 years ago in Poets
who are you? who are you to belittle the ones who bleed to draw red hearts for you? who are you to make them feel like their wounds are not worth being covered by band-aids?
What is life when seeing someone you love is a far-reaching thought next to impossible? Is it full of desires, dreams and unspoken feelings?
By K.B.5 years ago in Poets
If I could sketch you into words I wonder what word would you be. Pretty, beautiful, tormented poetry, Or rains and sunshine of glee.
By KK2455 years ago in Poets
I walk on my own path, talk to my soul, love my own body, I better mind my own world. I maintain the beauty of my world by being a daemon which is a Greek word.
The children chanted with low voice for you are now a flower bed. Horizons met for thousand years in ripples on meridians.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos5 years ago in Poets
There comes a point…. We need some changes Time to appoint…. At your service I feel kinda nervous Like Ruben Neves With all these clowns….
What brings me true fulfillment is creating whether it’s art in the form of, but not limited to drawing, creating music, writing, painting, poetry. And simply inspiring others in life with goals in general & to fulfill their purpose.
By Vee5 years ago in Poets
Superb Abstract Saturday, March 13, 2021 3:44 PM Icy cold breath of fresh air, strands of time woven into a moment, illusive kindness expressed out in the open.
By Mmace Heavyhammer5 years ago in Poets
