Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Several weeks ago the daylight shortened and night began lengthening - An unspoken message to all that it was time to begin the season of gathering,
By Pōlani Monderen 2 months ago in Poets
there’s a cavern in my chest, more like a rift, abyssal, abysmal, existential, the kind of hole that only love could open.
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
Echoes on the breeze Exhaust fumes, contrails Linger as reminders ~ Poesy these lines For my erudite Verbosity Can’t replace
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
my wife started scrapbooking, collecting pictures from before us and since us and from now and from then and then gluing them in a spiral-bound sketchbook to
By kp2 months ago in Poets
The Imminent Ring ©️ Sai Marie Johnson 2025 The Raven’s shadow left the fearful feast; that momentary craving now has ceased.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 months ago in Poets
I start with the way you look at me, steady, unhurried, as if the world could crumble behind us and you’d still hold your focus
By Printique Studios2 months ago in Poets
As within, so without As above, so below What keeps me growing? What keeps me grounded? This is correspondence It's an inner knowing
By A.K. Treadwell 2 months ago in Poets
Take my hand, not because it’s offered, but because it’s already reaching for you in every heartbeat I’ve tried to steady.
When I look at you, cosmic fire Like firey arrows cross the sky Keeping company with the moon Match the rhythm of the tide
This is not a confession. It is a correction. This is not guilt. It’s grief metabolized into rhythm. I didn’t leave I was locked out.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
I have this habit of gathering things long after they’ve stopped belonging to anyone else. Maybe it’s a family trait. My mother used to pocket smooth stones
By Aspen Noble2 months ago in Poets
two lost souls glide across a crystal screen heartbreak that feels like a finale, a crushing crescendo I felt flushed, my head so full yet my heart so starving-cold-angry
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago in Poets
