Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I see her sail towards me draped in blue Dusk lighting her fine face like porcelain A living breathing poem here forsooth,
By Zoe Xanadu5 years ago in Poets
Writing poetry makes me feel like a little child. With words I love to play. Poetry has so much to say. There is so much you can do with poetry.
By Brenda Fluharty5 years ago in Poets
Slowly learning! Gradually growing. Forever changing. We climb the spiral, Staircase of life. Hoping to get glimpses
My thoughts linger on desire, you're like a hunter pursuing, The flicker of your whip, reddening flesh like petals of a flower,
By Dannielle Nelson5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes when I think back to moments gone, To summers past, to lovers lost, to smiles, I remember a place, Shiga, Nihon;
By Crysta Coburn5 years ago in Poets
The lull of the summer moon lingers in the still of night As we play in the puddles and vigor of our youth, ‘Tis but a wondrous thing to behold such a sight
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Poets
If I could paint a picture, but no I have my words; So let the spaces in which I gaze away be; An honest depiction, of what I do observe;
By Dan-O Vizzini5 years ago in Poets
The heat of the blazing sun beats down upon the sands On the beaches along the coast of Mexico’s Cancun. Lazy days, drinks in hand, it’s where life has no demands;
Summer breezes and Oklahoma winds Tussles your lioness's mane of hair. As we float down the rivers gentle bends and we gulp down deep breaths of country air.
By Spencer Barrett5 years ago in Poets
Your love is a forgery, words flowing off your tongue like honeyed silk, they fall flat under broken promises. The veneer of your caresses mimic authenticity
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Poets
Vocal have a competition for a summer’s day sonnet. While I am aware of Shakespeare’s sonnets starting with a line like:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Poets
Cool air blows through my heat-soaked Toyota Yaris. It's mid-July 2015, I am twenty years old and wading through community college.
By Leah Harris5 years ago in Poets
