art

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

BLUE
BLUE I NEED BLUE I sit on a blue chair Peeling paint reveals, multicolored layer of past owners. I am blue, color of sadness.
By Susan Britton5 years ago in Poets
How Fortune We Are
Fate plucked the chord of my retina. It tickled as bubbles do on their way to heaven. A plethora of jitterbugs blinked away the darkness and emerged in daylight.
By Aaliyah Hansen5 years ago in Poets
The Poetry of Paint
I’m sorry, but I can’t take this anymore! This just isn’t working canvas. And believe me, I’ve tried! But it feels like I’ve been here for an eternity staring at you, staring at me, with your blank face void of anything and it hit me; we have nothing in common! You have nothing to offer me, no inspiration, no story… those things are hiding deep in my soul too scared to come out.
By Liza Compass5 years ago in Poets
Empathic Artist
Basic is a word I might use to describe my being What you see is what you get at least that's what I want them to think Being basic is a mask I wear to hide my truth
By Nichole5 years ago in Poets
Scarlett
If I had a daughter, I would name her Scarlett, Scarlet, like a flower I saw once in my dreams, Yes, that tricky hue that at night turns purple,
By Nata Nosova-Sexton5 years ago in Poets
Blue Rose
I sat upon a misty mountaintop Soaking up my last view before me I watched a tree drop To the grass with glee In confusion of the fallens happiness
By Alex Mazur 5 years ago in Poets
Telephone
We are the shadow of the hands The bound slaves of ten thousand years. Inside the bricks is the dust of crickets, locusts, worms, and lions
By Ari Gold5 years ago in Poets
Shades of Black
There's many shades of black hidden from the likes of you and me for if you haven't wondered the darkness there would be no way for you to see
By jason deaton5 years ago in Poets
Instructions to the Painter
As gold as a cloud that can’t rain, And goes about its days hoping that the other clouds Won’t figure it out. Inconspicuous.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Poets
SHORT BUT COLORFUL
Color for thoughts Bright, And Bold Vibrant and calming But Nothing Is Sold Not A Thought Or MoodSwing Could Help Me Now
By Bryanna Kimble5 years ago in Poets
Garden
---------------- you never held my shape, -------- which remains wild, uncaptured which if you had looked, you may have glimpsed
By Jami Tosto5 years ago in Poets
color.
color is not seen with our eyes color is not seen with our minds color is seen with our souls color is seen with our skin and our teeth
By Stephanie Coccaro5 years ago in Poets