Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A dream, a dime, and a bottle of wine Tastes like darkness, only sweet, with little sprinkles of deceit I often find myself reeling, for that innocent, northern feeling.
By Mary Spanou5 years ago in Poets
Change, it’s as simple as a quick rotation , flip the thoughts and there is graduation Blue feels cool, as a salty taste of ocean reveals underwater forests of seaweed
By Elle Rusch Drakos5 years ago in Poets
inspired by color, I told myself not to write about transness this time. accumulating manufactured worlds, names given without permission,
By Samson Matthews5 years ago in Poets
The day turns black. The weather succumbs to a chill. Children dressed in costumes. Trick or treat on Halloween Street.
By Allison5 years ago in Poets
And for a moment it's bliss. being swept by the intensity of it all having the strength to be fully present in those moments of chaos,
By Haley Sharbono 5 years ago in Poets
afternoons with hoarse voices and a Creole look of awe from the butter-swirled hands of '64 fall jammes epidermis is all
By Andreea Felciuc5 years ago in Poets
while a man talks about snowfall as lev tolstoy and the flakes of snowflakes in moscow anna karenina I sit Turkish and wait
Light Blue is the color of the shimmering lights within Faerie, I believe. A color that soothes the soul, as a gentle hand to wipe away your tears.
By Kimberley Lennon5 years ago in Poets
I feel colours the way people hear sound The vibrations and resonation Deep, soulful, profound I feel blue the way people hear the ocean
By Jodi Nicholls5 years ago in Poets
Last night, I spared a thought on the genetic coding each of us has got An obedient phenomena that we all share It breaks and multiplies, we are not even aware
By abril shaw5 years ago in Poets
not plain nor flat Im beyond every dimensional number tracked I’m focused as well as smeared I’m far away, at the same time near
By Zion Zalu 5 years ago in Poets
Watch me as I flow~ In this moment Fluid and free The greatest, possible expression of me. True colours in Full Bloom
By Grace Parry5 years ago in Poets
