Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Mixing globs of paint Childhood innocence rekindled Experimentation, lessons learned Ideas spark from stunning shades Unique to all that came before
By Kris Robinson5 years ago in Poets
And so it goes, again… I get drunk on phonics; never too hooked, but chaste in my fair-weather commitment. Syrup spellings of stronger songs, steeped in green desire, emerald dreams, ‘scapes and streams, verdant and free from flies.
By Virginia W Schuler5 years ago in Poets
I was recently asked, Hey Yellow! Who do you think you are? What makes you so UNIQUE? My response? Well, I guess it would have to be the peculiar things that keep me isolated and make me a geek.
By LaRissa Dawn 5 years ago in Poets
Written by She’a S. Cobb It’s a messy business being gifted color, But a little bit goes a long way. Rocking cut up attire
By Shea Cobb5 years ago in Poets
Skin Deep By J’Adyn Moffett My skin is deep What do you see when you look at me? My smooth skin complexion The perfect shape of my lips
By Galen Dawes5 years ago in Poets
Roses are valentines, battery low, a white rabbit’s eyes, message stuck in outbox, a scraped knee, printer out of ink,
By Molly5 years ago in Poets
I was recently asked, Hello yellow! Who do you think you are? What makes you so UNIQUE? My response? Well, I guess it would have to be the peculiar things that keep me isolated and make me a geek.
From genesis to coming of the age My dormant cones left vision monochrome In black and white my mind could not engage
By Canan Devorak5 years ago in Poets
Colors have fascinated me from the beginning of time. Mixing a collection of colors so similar or separate from one another
By Sara Zawadzka5 years ago in Poets
Lavender and mint, Bright purple beams of light, I see you there. Even though I am alone, Wrapped in my clouds of black and grey.
By Chrismichael 5 years ago in Poets
Nerves wrack my hands, my feet On plush red carpet; cold grey windows, The drums for off-kilter rain, Cast ghoulish light on the faces in the pews
By Chandyn Bachiu5 years ago in Poets
