Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
What if all colors reverberated sound And the words that left my lips were always profound I would of found a way around human nature
By Bliss Coleman5 years ago in Poets
Wet paint drips in gravity's wake, tumbling to the floor like teardrops. An empty canvas stands before me mockingly, its white glow reflective on my cheek.
By Ryan MacGibbon5 years ago in Poets
Mesmerising and colourful, fluid and wonderful neverending combinations, every piece a unique creation. Depicting rhythm and rhyme
By SJ Meikle5 years ago in Poets
My Mother was a Brown skinned Queen Some parts Chocolate, others Caramel, and all the shades in-between. Her eyes were bright, Hazel, joyous,
By MD5 years ago in Poets
My favorite color is rainbow, the promise, the color, the hope. About all the colors of rainbow, there is something that you should know.
By M. DeAnna Flager5 years ago in Poets
I was blue When I was anew For death was due I was black As the thoughts flew back Of the day we were under attack
By Mikey J Love5 years ago in Poets
To be or not to be? That is the question...or is it? Who am I really, what is the thing that makes me, me? Maybe it’s my quirkiness that makes me unique,
By Mary Spanou5 years ago in Poets
My Home was a palette I grew saturated in the hues Each room a different colour The carpet throughout was cobalt blue.
By montana kitching5 years ago in Poets
Is it black and blue? Do you see it too? Am I bruised and battered? As if it really mattered. Is it gold and white? Full of riches and light?
By Bianca Esteban 5 years ago in Poets
Without you, the world is dull and grey. The sun is shining softly, radiating off of hues and black and white. No longer will a teacher ask a child his/her favorite color. There are none that exist.
By Sianna Rocker5 years ago in Poets
Yellow, the color of the sun that I drew, the color of the teddy bear that I grew up with, the color of my favorite fruit.
By Bryan Chen5 years ago in Poets
Are my colors everything you thought they would be? They say an eye for an eye, Yet I don’t feel like You can reach me. Physically I’m here, adding frame to your vision.
By Heaven Adore 5 years ago in Poets
