art

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

Collette
once a time when the coal tar burned the sole of my feet and the agonising pain reached the string of my heart searing my flesh leaving it a soot for the artist
By Abysola Hajaroh7 years ago in Poets
Kindness!
I see the glamour of the moon masked by the beauty, gloriousness and innocence of the day. I see the invitation of fanfare as the rainbow stripes across the heavens
By Abysola Hajaroh7 years ago in Poets
Mythology of Loneliness
It’s easy to lure sailors in with a siren’s song it’s what I’ve always done it’s easy to reel them in with the Machiavellian melody of
By Deanna Dellia7 years ago in Poets
2/28/19
I just need you to see, Grasp my understanding of why. I just need you to feel, Crumble my understandings of why. I just need you.
By Sid l.c7 years ago in Poets
Youthful Crisis
Once called a dunce I kinda liked the name For some it brought shame But for me it showed That I had actually accomplished
By SPEDI .7 years ago in Poets
Purpose Poem
This is supposed to be a poem but sometimes I just can’t write; words become words become words become words on a scattered page and
By Skylar Rella7 years ago in Poets
Never Fully at Rest
Heavy eyelids feel translucent under the subtle sunlight leaking through the thin curtain after another long night without any sleep;
By Skylar Rella7 years ago in Poets
Lost in Translation
I will never forget familiar flames flickering in brown eyes resembling my own, yet speaking languages I would never understand;
By Skylar Rella7 years ago in Poets
Pinch Me
Breath stands still in preparation for the puncture, as I anticipate the prolonged pinch. Superhero bandaids bring strength and comfort
By Skylar Rella7 years ago in Poets
Let That Shitake Go
I am sitting on a wooden bar stool, overlooking a spectacular beachfront. Surrounded by swings. Hammocks. Beanbags. My mind is racing. It’s always racing. Fortunately, on this particular day, a toasted chicken jaffle is helping me pump the brakes.
By InsiderBe Blog7 years ago in Poets
Can You Hear Me?
Can you hear me, I’m looking at a Book Tell me if you hear me I want to take a look Greenfield’s are beyond me I need to settle down
By Migdalia Torres7 years ago in Poets
Like Dancing
Like dancing in a sauna of fire. Our lips lingering in a smoldering kiss. We get closer. We melt. We feel each other's breath.
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Poets