Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Rumi says we are one, one with light. I look up at you, baby blue sky, as my nutty brown hands blocking out the rays. Like the mole on my cheeks to be noticed and undisputed.
By marina illum5 years ago in Poets
I am not a decisive person. Yesterday, I leered at the darkening horizon hesitant to call it
By Roy5 years ago in Poets
Red Hair Dave Neita red hair coded in my genes, a mere strand of my identity, but a discord of difference to my peers they taunted, insulted and tormented; they hated, bruised and excluded … inside there were tears
By Dave Neita5 years ago in Poets
Colors in My Mind I opened my eyes that summer's day while peeling an orange the usual way it's bright juicy pods
By Mike Mc Shane5 years ago in Poets
A prism broke. Untamed hues escaped. Emotion concentrated behind broken spaces. Heated violet, red, and orange, consuming all nations, creations, and ranges.
By Christopher Sizemore5 years ago in Poets
S Looks can be deceiving At first glance I appear like a plain quartz, but hold me up to the light and you'll be blinded by the fractals of colors you'll be receiving.
By Leslie castillo5 years ago in Poets
Wha color are you; Rainbow, pink, blue and purple, Or are you just blue? Our color does not define us, Yet some judge us for it,
By Taylor Horne 5 years ago in Poets
red, white, and what was the other color? if red and this color go together it makes.......green Yellow! So red, white, and yellow?
By TJ Roddy5 years ago in Poets
The incandescent. The girl. A million mottled molecules hurtling round the sun, almost aflame. Holding the world
By Jessica Rose5 years ago in Poets
there is no absence this father’s day every day this week is the third sunday of june sun illuminates entire globe at once
By Ephraim Nehemiah5 years ago in Poets
The shadows show as grassy green if you do it right, as surprising as the under-eye-adjacent mustard or absence of peach
By J Gentry5 years ago in Poets
What am I? Well you see I am the absence of color And yet I still crave it Hoping to one day escape The darkness is my heart
By Jacquline Chance5 years ago in Poets
