Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
What a normalcy it is - to attempt to condense ourselves into a small container, to stamp a label on both ourselves & one another.
By Malcolm Batten II5 years ago in Poets
What colour is Tuesday? I always used to ask. What colour is this Tuesday? Until I came to realise that not everyone felt in colours.
By Alex B Clarke5 years ago in Poets
HEART Every step is considered sole placed flat on watered dirt so pink worms can stay asleep so canvas shoes go unstained.
By Claire B.5 years ago in Poets
Queer isn’t always rainbow. Sometimes it’s mud. I can’t make out where the browns begin Or end, Where my breasts begin
By Rio Polzin5 years ago in Poets
Ceremonial is the ritual of removing the coloured elastic keeping all my thoughts, doodles, and poems hugged together tight.
By Nicolette Addesa 5 years ago in Poets
The Poet at Six Teachers would say Sone was quite intelligent, and loud, and when they would hug— at the beginning and end of each day—
By Sone Kramer5 years ago in Poets
Lin-Manuel Miranda faced an endless uphill climb But he took it in stride. He worked hard and he wrote, The same way Alex got on that boat.
By Mashreka Mahmood5 years ago in Poets
I really want to be the rainbow Red, yellow, all the way to blue Together I'm safe, guarded by layers Separate shows the flaws in my hue
By EudaiLife5 years ago in Poets
there’s a shade you only see when you close your eyes it's both an absence of light and a response to the environment
By Aly Wise5 years ago in Poets
Standing at the edge of the mountain, looking out to the horizon, Take in the skies of pure blues. Watching the clouds sitting in a place as glistening diamonds,
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Poets
I used to be gray A dull, neutral gray, reaching corner to corner Some minor variations could be seen, if you looked close enough
By Connor Madsen5 years ago in Poets
Have you ever seen the colour of your world change? I once, like you, fancied the colour blue. I wore it in my hair, I heard it through my ears,
By Anna Lisa Brouet5 years ago in Poets
