Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Meter muse entangles A box of melted popsicles Pretends to know the sun Circuit slicing pocket knot Seeing with a tongue
By David Gifford5 years ago in Poets
Some colours are given power. Given preference. Out of the blue you can Paint the town red. Be the black sheep in the family,
By Sasha Joura5 years ago in Poets
On waking, I see colour behind my eyes. Each part of my brain opens like a morning flower, working harmoniously, petals reveling thoughts. An idea unfolds. The hunger to create, insatiable.
By Kate Ashforth5 years ago in Poets
You approved of them, for you marked them white, Appraised them innocent, pure, everything deemed ‘right’. Then you glared at me,
By Ash J.5 years ago in Poets
Staring at each other As you flipped omelets In boiling butter With goat cheese and chives I watched you flip eggs The world
By Julia Trinidad5 years ago in Poets
kicking stomach at learning i was soon to be born so i made a needed affirmation with my in alteration fermenting form took myself aside, purring behind my palm never once wide eyed
By Lewis Podvrsnik5 years ago in Poets
There is a girl who exudes the color yellow everywhere she goes. She brightens the world around her with just a smile. Her energy is full of happiness and joy. It is because she vibrates off the sun. That’s why they call her sunshine.
By Lenora Taylor5 years ago in Poets
I'm just a blue person You have no idea You wanted to learn some and you know that I need ya, I'm just a blue person
By Nikki Gate5 years ago in Poets
I know I can do it If I hold my breath And move around frantically enough I can make light come through lead Idiot
By Lysh Ashcroft5 years ago in Poets
What is on her lash? It is another crusted lash With black mascara Thick and covered By another Long, Black lash. What is on her face?
By Ann Garcia5 years ago in Poets
My bright red dress, simple and just a little sexy, if you asked; it's for work, the truth; it's for her. The peeling tangerine of the attic couch as I poured out my struggles and my secrets.
By Alexandra Chambers5 years ago in Poets
Listen to "Rain of Colors Symphony" on Spotify, Itunes and Youtube. *** I take my humility as my pride, and whether something makes me
By Facundo Raganato5 years ago in Poets
