art

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

I am the Canvas
There was a time once when my skin's pale shade caused me more grief than it did any joy. Lacking the golden earthy depths that made
By Spencer Barrett5 years ago in Poets
Monochrome
I imagine seeing only in monochrome Black and White Still a world teeming with life and energy Yet it gains so much if color is added
By Kelley Herrera-Faria5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
It defines you they said The blend of colours on the yellow side of the colour wheel Never fully set in stone Changing with the sun
By Maariya5 years ago in Poets
Papermate Blue
Papermate blue, The color of my childhood bedroom. I picked it out, Brought in a pen as a shade sample. I knew exactly what I wanted.
By Mo D5 years ago in Poets
I am a Universe
My Universe, There are more black holes than there are stars. A beautiful wander. A universe that carries all of my beautiful softness in shades of purple, alongside my mighty red rage and remarkable suffering.
By Giselle Bonilla5 years ago in Poets
Colours of light.
Start writing...0Colour is nothing more than light. Light hits an object and only the colour the eye can see is reflected the rest is absorbed. This holds true for ones emotions in a metaphorical sense. When light reaches the soul we as living things absorb most colour, by reflecting, beautifully illuminating oneselves in whatever colour we could not absorb, this would be your natural colour. Be sure to send light out to others and not reflect colours, oneself cannot absorb. Be colorful, vibrant, bright, what is your color! When one sees a beautiful red flower, it is everything except red, red was the only colour the flower couldn't absorb.
By Shawn Titus5 years ago in Poets
Wonder
She was wonder. She swam through life Breezily in the summer’s air The warm sun gracefully emanating her skin. She, A pale blue.
By Ashley Wallace5 years ago in Poets
This Gold Will Stay
color me in shades of pink and wash me down the bathroom sink sex me up bleach my hair make me bleed my underwear // color me in shades of black
By Natalie Gebhardt5 years ago in Poets
Drawing in Cursive
When I peak through the door she's hunched over a book Her gaze does not drift from left to right it lingers because she's drawing in cursive
By Rachel M.J5 years ago in Poets
Life in a Champagne Toast
Life in a champagne toast I dared you, you were emotion’s flickering flame, I’m in awe of your passion, you were bittersweet peaches at sunset on my grandma’s porch,
By Chris Hardwick5 years ago in Poets
Masterpiece
I used to sit in corners that were my borders hoping to be unseen. Doodling in magazines, while the little girl that resides and hides inside painted in the dark.
By Natalie Olivo5 years ago in Poets
Detroit Red 🌹
Hello, Mr. White Man. Let me tell you what I like, man. Don’t you take your white hand And put it on my mouth. Let these words escape,
By Jay. Tha Poet.5 years ago in Poets