art

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

Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Neon lights reflecting in rain puddles
The city breathes a silver sigh, As dusk descends and clouds draw nigh. Then sudden rain, a gentle fall, Washes the grit from every wall.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
Meditation
On every inhale, silence rushes in - A deep breath of air Circulating through every part of you Like a spiral that goes on and on and on
By Ty2 months ago in Poets
The Milky Way
Gazing at the night sky, one can be overwhelmed by the Milky Way's beauty. This ancient galaxy has inspired poets for centuries, and here is one such creation. Its ethereal glow paints a breathtaking canvas, sparking wonder and mystery in all who behold it. Let this poem transport you to the heart of our galaxy, where beauty and wonder intertwine.
By José Juan Gutierrez 2 months ago in Poets
I Landed Here. Honorable Mention in Roots and Branches Challenge.
I landed here, whether by chance or design, a winged samara, And stuck, Lodged in a rocky crevice in my mind. Wings slowly dis-integrating, until only a memory of the beginnings,
By Natalie Wilkinson2 months ago in Poets
The Painting That Screamed
The Painting That Screamed The canvas hung quietly, its colors curling like smoke, and I heard a whisper that bled through every brushstroke.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
The Audacity of Water
I give life, holding you as you form, I surrounded the very earth when it was born. It is I who courses through your veins, allowing your blood to flow,
By Xena Warrior2 months ago in Poets
Finding Baby Sofia. Content Warning.
Vicki created, edited, wrote this story. Vicki Lawana Trusselli The Cry They Tried to Erase This is not just a video. It is a living archive, a protest suite, a cadence of care. Baby Sofia lies on the cracked concrete floor, wrapped in pink, crying against silence. The images, the captions, the cries, and the soundtrack together form a witness that refuses erasure.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Untriggered.
A little girl waved at a dog that barked, like thunder tearing through barbwire. Still, she waved.. braver, louder, unbothered,
By Marvelous Michael2 months ago in Poets
“I think…”
I think, because thinking is the thread we each carry in our heads, some more tightly woven than others. * But in my poems,
By Marvelous Michael2 months ago in Poets
Sdrawrof. Content Warning.
Soil and its roots could teach a teacher how to reach. Branches and their leaves could preach to a preacher on light to seek.
By Us2 months ago in Poets