Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The crackled rain that falls upon my face, Reveals the class and skin of my mixed race. You know and see a trait that may mistake,
By S5 years ago in Poets
Always My eyes are made of glass. They are full, and deep. I can hear them full up with sadness. They are not allowed to become
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
Sky Sky blushes, blue and purple. Stains the canvas. It glistens under the sun. The big, blue orbs. Blinking, slow to fast.
Dormant Skies Pen to paper, Paper to thought. Is anyone listening? To my inner - contort? Can you hear the wind, Whistling inside my head.
Colour is Pride: True Colours My Life is a Canvas Written by: Jessica Buchanan My life is a canvas, a surface of white
By Jessica Buchanan5 years ago in Poets
INITIAL CONSULTATION Words...within the confines of the unconscious mind is where they are rooted Words...when they continue to dwell in the mind- they create imagery... and you are the artist that drew it
By K. Wisendanger 5 years ago in Poets
COLOUR I feel the struggle. I feel the internal pain. Searching, looking, seeking. Black space. The Void? What then?
By Tracey Lynn5 years ago in Poets
My skin is not yellow, Nor is it brown. Instead they call it olive, like a nice mix. Olive like the oil. Olive like the tree.
By Hakim5 years ago in Poets
She listened as the earth whispered of the beauties she had long forgotten The water trickled over every rock and pebble. Each ripple a new greeting
By Ashley Simpson 5 years ago in Poets
You may have her printed black and whites The ones no one really looked at Except you and me Or her original Nabisco storage tin
By Jessica Fowler5 years ago in Poets
Most can’t see the colors of the wind or what life means until it ends ... but state the universe spawned from darkness; so why judge the melanin in my skin?
By Jeremiah5 years ago in Poets
Colour me in between the lines, Even though I was born to stand outside of them, We the dreamers are the chosen ones, For our effortless consistent self acceptance,
By Jessie Nakat5 years ago in Poets
