Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I wander through what it's like To be in the apple of your eye. To introduce the tips of your cheeks with the blues of the skies.
By Kyonie Hazley5 years ago in Poets
Few take the time to see, The true colors of my soul, Split from the white light within, Into the spectrum that makes me whole.
By David Henderson5 years ago in Poets
Life itself is an artist's pallette of brilliant colors, and being an artist myself, my medium is words. Phrases and quips that send sunny yellow smiles to the scarlet ribbon of your lips.
By Emerald Athena5 years ago in Poets
The day I was born I saw colors as sounds The fabric of my soul seemed slightly unbound The key of G would be seen in green
By Daniel curcio5 years ago in Poets
if i move one way, the purple sneaks up under my rib and pokes me. the blue sits low in my belly. the red and orange stay up all night, gossiping.
By Karleigh Hooyman5 years ago in Poets
They see black and white, but you see my true colors. RGB that's no longer me - I am CYMK today and forevermore. Unique neon yellow bone saturated in toasted caramel HEX code.
By Lukey Loose Leaf5 years ago in Poets
I dress in black They say that black is not a colour But the absence of colour But I think black is the most beautiful
By Jene Stone5 years ago in Poets
Yellow is the supposed color of my skin, a mystery to me still when the reality is always somewhere between black and white and in this case more
By Mari Burns5 years ago in Poets
The beauty is in in the odd moment The in between In the dark moments of the day and the bright flashes of night It comes with bees, more orange than yellow
By Melissa Ronni5 years ago in Poets
“A Colourful Discovery” The acceptance that I know nothing yet,
By Jeneva Leonard-Kutler 5 years ago in Poets
"Colors Alive" Colors... Red Ripples of Love for the Arts Involving The Mask behind Every Theatrical Smile and Tear of Fear.
By Johnny5 years ago in Poets
My three colours of choice are mine and mine alone to rejoice, They are the colours that reflect the images I won’t soon forget
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Poets
