Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Bigger, she whispered to me. I am not small. She has been whispering herself into existence for some time. First I saw an artwork that caught my attention. Then I saw another unrelated artwork giving the colours dark blue and red.
By Pelagia Pais7 years ago in Poets
You wish you still had a relationship with me. You wannabe Avril Levigne. Now I know what car you drive. Since you insisted on stalking me on December 29th, 2017.
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Poets
Ah! Yes! The Big Three! Non-Tarot readers seem to suddenly know everything about tarot when they see these three They think that the Death card means they are going to die
By Olivia W.S.7 years ago in Poets
Poem #1 It is my place of safety. My home away from home. When it surrounds me, I feel the calm tenderness. Warmth radiates from it and out of me.
By Rachel Anderson7 years ago in Poets
Poem #1 You never know when it will happen to you. You never know who will do it to you. When it starts, you’re always unsure.
Algorithm tree branches bear fruit Eat from the Apple First memory for iOS (“us”) So capitalism twisted like Cap on the Snapple
By Intelligent Movement7 years ago in Poets
Love yourself and become your best friend, love can be given and hidden, like poison, so become the useful successor and victor, not the lonely victim.
By Limbani Nhlani7 years ago in Poets
I can't quite place it, but there's something about the place that's a bit out of place. maybe it's something in the air,
By Joel Añón7 years ago in Poets
Being evil doesn't make you powerful. He was grilling the ribs. They were glazed with BBQ sauce. But the rain came. I had to rush to save the ribs from the water.
Lost It's the only thing I've felt for the last few years and now I have a clear path ahead of me and I still feel lost I don't know which way to go anymore
By Jane Smith7 years ago in Poets
It is silent tonight. Dead silent. Not the kind of silent that I usually experience, today it is truly... silent. I’m gonna tell you something.
By Seth Honda7 years ago in Poets
If you were to see me from a distance Would you gaze at me lovingly... Longing to look in my eyes, hold my hand and touch my warm, smooth skin?
By Alana Brown7 years ago in Poets
