Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Midori, Verde, Vert The color of the verdure we walked among that day, Mother. The ones that brought you so much life.
By Maylynn Cosby-Martin5 years ago in Poets
On a plane, My colored pencils in tow, Above the blue water, So little I know. Walkman is playing, My headset on tight,
By Dana Maxwell5 years ago in Poets
Fixation Twisted and spiraled Streams of light Illuminating reflections Recorded by sight Synesthetic eyes
By Garner Wang5 years ago in Poets
I SAW LIME AND IVY. I SAW PUDDLE SCUM AND FERNS. I SAW JUICY PINK FLOWERS. WRAPPERS. RIBBONS. TART FRUIT, LIP STAIN, TULLE.
By Rebecca Titus5 years ago in Poets
Have you ever noticed how we base our opinions through colour? Red is angry, Black is cold and alone, Yellow is happy and naive, and orange is warm and welcoming.
By alexandra english5 years ago in Poets
No one has squeezed me tighter than my own skin, as I wade into the blue expanse. Waiting, for a monstrous exertion of seafoam to
By Grace Baker5 years ago in Poets
The feeling of power and smugness of the lick of red paint at the end of our fingers, The audible crunch and whisper of movement after throwing the many shades of an orange autumn, in the air with laughter,
By Alice Hilberdink5 years ago in Poets
She reach for the clouds Her hair in her mouth A flare hits her face She becomes a ghost in purple space Green turns to blue
By Arsal Asal5 years ago in Poets
When I say I am purple, I don't mean a fluttering lavender or soft blooming lilac I mean I am kingly and powerful and bigger than you.
By Nim McQuin5 years ago in Poets
Blossom Oh glory, glory, glory I’m free at last I have waited so long And now I’m finally free Free to wear whatever colours I want to
By rodrigo vojta morais soares5 years ago in Poets
i would not admit that in this house in this family we were all poets
By Triniti Daniel-Robinson5 years ago in Poets
prism people i wear my color like a 6th grade medal. i take my color to the grocery store. it stands in the express line. it gets on the bus
By E'mon Lauren Black5 years ago in Poets
