art

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

Thanks to You
Because of you I was always scared just to express myself In any sort of art In front of any sort of person. You tore those pages from my book,
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
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Even the sky cried today. It's as if it felt my heart aching for you. It rained all-day, it didn't let up. I couldn't stop thinking of you with every drop that fell.
By Jessica Rasile7 years ago in Poets
Saturday Morning
I can still smell you on me. On my hands, my clothes. It's making it so hard to focus on anything else. Sitting here with my coffee,
By Jessica Rasile7 years ago in Poets
The Right Thing?
"Do the right thing" Is what you talk Like you're some kind of king Up on your soapbox Looking down upon meji Who do you think you are?
By Katrina Chase7 years ago in Poets
My Energy
I've been painting pictures that don't make sense to me. Corrupting what I use to breathe. The belief I use to carry. I've been marrying things together that I wouldn't usually marry.
By Crissy DXCII7 years ago in Poets
So Long Friend
So long friend Hear the whistle blowing Boarding time one A.M. Riden' the Rock Island Rocket So long friend Got to leave you now
By James Killmer7 years ago in Poets
Tasting The Air
Tasting The Air After tasting the air and saying hello Life turned its page with The Uncle Money Show Finally my chance to grab it by the horns
By Jon-Erik Olson7 years ago in Poets
Army Veteran
I just signed out for my last day of active duty Now I have the tiring task of packing my house and traveling this long journey from the Midwest back to the South
By Aayan Muhammad7 years ago in Poets
What to Do
Have you ever felt like you are all alone But you are in a crowded Room And it be full of life with so many different stories
By Sheena Ann7 years ago in Poets
The Forgotten
I was sitting back in the trenches all these years supporting you while I took the back seat to your success you called me stupid while I took it
By Aayan Muhammad7 years ago in Poets
That Smile
That beautiful smile that I have holds a terrible secret The Secret that is a complete lie it's a sad that the smiled used to not be fake I didn't have to pretend of who I am
By Sheena Ann7 years ago in Poets
Someday
Someday everything will be ok. Maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but someday. Someday when the grass is no longer brown and dead, when the sun returns again, when winter turns to spring. And your frigid heart just melts, and your walls finally come crashing down.
By Jena Henderson 7 years ago in Poets