art

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

Crossing Over
The voice in the shadows, so lucid left open to attention, mythically translucent the firm gaze, loosely rose in amusement
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Will Tomorrow Ever Come
Will Tomorrow Ever Come Well you're up there I'm down here, and It's not fair I want to be where gravity Keeps us high off our feet
By Devin Mitchell7 years ago in Poets
I Wish in Color
Blue playground days Family skies purple Heart chuckie Alabama black Bikini Hispanic chick sits quietly On a grey day wearing Bahamas red Pink airplanes flies faraway eating Leona’s kickass garlic bread. Flint drives White cutlass wearing Royal gold in Paris, Downtown girl stands by a green pole.
By Ashley Beeman7 years ago in Poets
What Is Life? (Rap)
V1: And my feelings keep on running. Punching a hole in a wall from these thoughts racing then walk off unseen. Try to hold up my tears but they drip down quicker, needing a reliant somebody, one always there and pull my long-length hair as my lips quiver, feeling like there's nobody..
By RubyMabel Constellation7 years ago in Poets
What Am I?
What Am I? I come in different colors I am misunderstood I have a myth about me I am most of what shelters are full of People misuse me
By Lacy Bortz7 years ago in Poets
A Beautifully Broken Disaster
“Experience does not define one's mind faith does, obstacles do” that’s what I was told. Memories of a life in which I was only alone surround me. As for so long I sat there in the
By Jessica Isla7 years ago in Poets
Adopt a Stray
Hello. Please don’t get freaked out by my energy, I just get excited at the thought of when I see you cause of my chance for a new home, I have never had one
By Lacy Bortz7 years ago in Poets
Diosas De La Comida
I’m channeling my inner latinx, and committing to my ancestral roots the only problem is every type of food I’m making is going straight to my glutes.
By Brianna Hernandez7 years ago in Poets
I Am Full Like the Moon
I am full like the moon. I am alive, Vibrant, And ripe. My heart is consumed With desire, Thirsty for life. My body burns
By Colleen Kelly7 years ago in Poets
If One Should Think
Words of art are an infinite solitude Just like dictionaries are so much more than definitions The words they hold and nurture have meaning
By Melena Gonzalez7 years ago in Poets
Constellations
I stare up at the night sky,with stars stretching Over its canvas,and constellations making the Sky look more alive.I look over at Aquila,
By ⚡️Wavona ⚡️7 years ago in Poets
A Thousand Words
A thousands words ive painted pictures Picasso without tainted scripture some suffice and feel enticed enlight the crowd
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets