Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I manifest the colors of the wind. With aid from the divine gifts within. I’ve been sent here for a reason. In cohesion, with highest source of love.
By Paris Dior 5 years ago in Poets
Lilac sprays of water ripple at your feet. I reach for your hand as you help me cross the street. A solid mass of blue rushes past us at speed,
By Amanda Taylor5 years ago in Poets
I could not see past the flames, wanting to burn all around me. Telling me I was 'too expansive', 'too out there', 'too wrong'. I was six.
By Marina Smargiannakis5 years ago in Poets
For years, I tried to reason with the feelings deep inside. I bargained with my inner-self, not truly knowing why. Put on an act, I stepped on stage,
By Patrick Manos5 years ago in Poets
My mind Unstable foundation. They keep talking, Through dreams, comes communication. A combination, Another citation
By Onyx Perth5 years ago in Poets
What is your soul’s color? No shining, elusive Aura, outside… What are you within? Do you try to hide - The ruby of pomegranate, of a
By Anna Cunningham5 years ago in Poets
Beautiful. From Dark deep sepia skin, Ochre coloured complexions. Rich, russet reddish brown bodies cast from power and perseverance
By Monique Russell 5 years ago in Poets
"polychromatic disarray" is one way to describe 20 years' worth of paint splatters and brushstrokes that have turned into something
By Imani Andwele5 years ago in Poets
There is one thing that makes us all unique. Our consciousness, senses, the way we perceive the world, and color vision. It is so exclusive to our own experience we can't even know if any two have it in common.
By Bill Waterman5 years ago in Poets
Colour to me is what you can’t see, Hidden within my intricacy, Translucent spectrums behind my veil, A meaning I once, feared to reveal.
By Olive Moss5 years ago in Poets
Tomato face, cherry cheeks, strawberry glow The hues of my face have their own kind of flow From sports to sex, you never know
By Chelsea Kloepfer5 years ago in Poets
Colour. CThe sensation of light dancing and reflecting light though our eyes. Colour is the pigment of my melanated skin shining in sun.
By Ruthie O5 years ago in Poets
