Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
You are the Empress, the glory, the majestic Dame, For the ever precious infinite that will remain, You bring with you a magical inquisitive glow,
By Jen Nicole5 years ago in Poets
FIVE AND TWO The weekends were blues and greens. The weekdays, warm colors of the sun: Evening reds, And oranges;
By Colette Calascione5 years ago in Poets
I see it in a dark space It's Forming in secluded place Moving through the black Where the seed goes deep My thoughts reach
By Anthony McKnight 5 years ago in Poets
Every morning I wake up and make love to life And every night I go to sleep and life makes love to me The doors of my soul reflect the days
By Miu the Muse 5 years ago in Poets
The B.L.U.E. Life A bold Life Blue jays on electrical wires Blue butterflies dancing around forest fires Proud peacocks spreading feathers for all to see
By Fenyx Blue5 years ago in Poets
She gave him a painting once, And that’s when she knew He couldn’t see - Not like she does. The painting began to bleed.
By Shreya Sindwani5 years ago in Poets
Black, White, Black, White: Stripes. It is the pattern of my childhood; A way of life. Only within good form is there freedom,
By Malia5 years ago in Poets
I see the world through rose-colored glasses. The mundane, now full of soft, blushed, moments To be cherished when the faded days evolve into vibrant shades of sunsets.
By Laken Barber5 years ago in Poets
Velvet ribboned lips Adorned sparkle, Glistening purple Infused with confidence crystals Helium words dance Into the air as she spoke
By Rebekah LaFontant 5 years ago in Poets
I am made of wheels of light. Red, orange, yellow, green Blue, purple and white Swirling colored vortices A menagerie of pulsating
By Elizabeth Flint5 years ago in Poets
The Reef Queen I Oh Lady fine, You have enchanted mine eye, You have me washed with wine; You have me for life in sigh.
By Cesar Galan 5 years ago in Poets
Prismatic Emergence Creating Your Star Storm (done in a villanelle style) By Sara Kate Egan Does a drab world, all cloaked over in the grimness of a stale grayscale sound pleasant to you?
By Sara Kate Egan5 years ago in Poets
