Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Knowing I'm intertwined with the night sky keeps me from falling apart The seams will tear with every pull of panic and fear
By V H8 years ago in Poets
There's a place I sometimes go when I want to be alone I go there in my mind ignoring time, space, and my phone The atmosphere is peaceful though it doesn't have much air
By Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOET8 years ago in Poets
Pavement where I walk, It's soft and heavy under my shoes, The much known uphill street, Where nightmares lay. I live behind that block around the corner.
By Noelia Vallés8 years ago in Poets
Lights dim on another perfect evening Seeing isn't supposed to be believing Everything is going to be fine The clouds will fade, the sun will start to shine
By Adèle Vickers8 years ago in Poets
The artist's hand works with his eyes Creating his vision with paints Some prefer to render raw nature While others bring to life ancient Saints
If all of the madness of the world could be condensed down into one little poem... I'd do it. If all of the sadness in my heart
By Michael Giglio8 years ago in Poets
So it is as it has always been, the illustrious struggle between now and then, between the here and now, and if and when,
Who is Sugar Day? I am Sugar Day There are stories that play in my mind Stories of amazing and extraordinary people Doing amazing and extraordinary things
By Sugar Day8 years ago in Poets
Scraps of paper in a hat, paying royalties like dreams, seemingly random in human expression. As he sipped his scraps of paper in a hat,
By Mary Goff8 years ago in Poets
When the day is done, and nothing has gone right, Turn your thoughts back to a time of delight, Recall how happy and wonderful some days can be,
By DAVID PRIOR8 years ago in Poets
Some humans will never see the destruction they have with in their soul's it's dark and feel lost and alone never being able to breathe in love or light the broke
By katilynn bellamy8 years ago in Poets
Two dimensions Heat intensifying Touching, colliding, and slamming together like electrons wanting to be shared Waves of energy exerted in intervals
By M. S.8 years ago in Poets
