art

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

Sometimes
Sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I feel like I am the last person in the world Sometimes I look up to the sky and realize how small I am
By Jorge Rivera7 years ago in Poets
Earth Angel
She loves living creatures; both small and great. She loves living souls with kindness and Grace. Though she appears unkept on the outside; her spirit is a beauty no man can hide.
By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
[The Migration of Glam Rock During the Fertilization Period of Rock and Roll]
the migration of glam rock spermatozoa during the fertilization period of rock & roll. it's a short, arduous trek into
By Kyle Schlicher7 years ago in Poets
Dad
A short poem by Kandis Kellie She was born already smiling. Through the years she went on, Always smiling. Smiling for no reason at all.
By Kandis_ with_a_kay7 years ago in Poets
Music🎶
You hear a beat or a Melody, that makes you move your feet. A voice that connects over a thousand people. You feel light and inspired by the voice and the sound.
By Poetry Girl7 years ago in Poets
That's Eternal
When one’s soulmate falls and there’s pain, Never forget about the power of humanity. It can save the remaining mate and keep them sane.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
A Tale
A Tale 85 miles an hour State trooper - to clock him for sure Yancy is not worried He does not get pulled over “Gonna drive this Mother Fucker”
By Kat Ogea7 years ago in Poets
Excellent Form
The sculpture should remain nude. Human bodies in art ought to possess excellent form. They should be appreciated once viewed.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words 📸
What captures your eye? Is it a sunset on the beach? A pretty tall glass of wine? There are a million things that capture our attention.
By Poetry Girl7 years ago in Poets
Lunar Eclipse
As I watch the clouds around the moon get red I felt the clouds around my head open up. My feelings started running marathons. Every thought seemed to get faster and faster like something blocking them finally opened. Like the pistol shot off into the air and they started running trying to burst through the finish line to be the most important. The events of the 18 years coming back like a tsunami. Waiting, watching, moving. Flowing to me quicker than I could prepare for. The walls I have worked hard for years to build stood no chance on standing. The chance of higher ground was not an option.
By Katy Ledford7 years ago in Poets
The Human Environment
The human environment is awesome. Whenever you throw away something Like a Marine tossing jetsam, It means that you value a treasure over nothing.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Scelahdore
I think that there's love in the rain, alongside rain, life always follows, dead plains, become forests and jungles, tree lined hills,
By Wyn Vrielinck7 years ago in Poets