art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Sense Memory
Looking into their eyes brings the calm of a hushed spring rain, where somehow the rest of the world fades away, the air feels cool to the brush of your fingertips,
By Abbey Joan Burgess 5 years ago in Poets
Yours faithfully, LIFE.
PART 01: DAYBREAK IN SOLILOQUY HOUR OF THE BLOSSOM The alarm bells are chiming, Sweaty fingers delve the source,
By ilan scribbler5 years ago in Poets
Be any color you want
I'm not feeling blue It is my favorite color Sometimes I do feel that way There are so many shades though That's how life is too
By Stephanie M Hodge5 years ago in Poets
Who Defined Colors
The color blue is found normal Most love the clear skies yet blues’ normal interpretation is sadness It’s unfortunate to love such a sad encounter
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Poets
The painting of life
By the end of my time, I’ll be inevitably framed and then hung on a wall. Forever admired of the great work the almighty lord had pushed me through.
By Tanto Scriptori5 years ago in Poets
me in color
Let's start with the color blue It's one of my favorite parts of you Blue represents the depths of the ocean Where lie your words that put your thoughts in motion
By Megumi Nakajima5 years ago in Poets
Blue Baptism
Heavy mental. Drain dripping on stolen rental; Self berating in it's own space. Steel clad armour's clinking unclinging,
By Vessela Karadjova5 years ago in Poets
Color Beat•.
Hello My Name is Gina Jenkins 🌻 The photo attached to the poem are photos of Facebook Friends had asked to use for this collage because when I think of color think of the many unique colors we all have inside of us that connect us all. Had already had this poem created from last yr in honor of my sister who passed away. The butterfly represents her as she was a great poet herself.
By Gina Jenkins5 years ago in Poets
Eternal Colours
Colours are the basis of all things, Red, yellow and blue, the three cardinal colours that can combine to create all the world’s hues.
By Keith Karikari5 years ago in Poets
Hues of Mind-2
my particular silver-gray light burns in a searing sea blue-amethyst hue, becoming the very shape of water in motion
By Douglas Berg5 years ago in Poets
Confession
Bittersweet and ever lovely, Here I bring my gifts to you: A spark of joy, an effervescent moment with a golden hue;
By Mariya Morosovska5 years ago in Poets
Fingerprint
A crooked nose draws aging brow to tip, Traversing down brown freckles, dot-to-dot They greet the sun like flowers bloom; a trick
By Peter Jenkins5 years ago in Poets