art

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

amino acid tryptophan; the finality of crystalized film
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
Playing with Matches
We struck a match together The inaugural burst of sizzling flame blazed bright Orange light flickering across our faces
By Amos Glade2 months ago in Poets
Metaphysical Conceits, Donne Anew
Let them recite our faults—let them declare that love like ours was forged too hot, too fast, that vows we made in youth could never last,
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets
The Promise
I start with a vow only the heart can make, unwritten, but felt in the pulse between our palms. You look at me as if time itself pauses
By Printique Studios2 months ago in Poets
“Three Veils and a Flame” 5 Dimensions of Color . Content Warning.
Welcome to the Outstages Café. This dispatch is not a post; it is a ritual. A flame was lit. A veil was lifted. A correction was made.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Where I Choose to Stand
I’ve learned that love isn’t loud. It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or neon signs or the kind of drama movies like to brag about.
By John Abesellom's2 months ago in Poets
Life is a Mixtape
Puff the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea and even though I know how very far apart we are it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star. Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so. Zacchaeus was a wee little man. A wee little man was he. Right arm. Father Abraham had many sons and I'm in the Lord's army.
By A.K. Treadwell 2 months ago in Poets
When Love Feels
It began the way quiet things often do, with a glance that lingered too long, a breath caught halfway between words, and the smallest tremor of recognition.
By Printique Studios2 months ago in Poets
2025 Remove the Nazi Regime Now. Content Warning.
Glyph is a sovereign language. Indigenous cultures across the globe Using this communication method To inspire, fight wars, and love.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Love-Lorn Fallen Angel redux
My heart begs to exhume your hard head To excavate and dredge the deep sorrow You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead This drowning is a rite of unending dread
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago in Poets
I'm angry again (the last poem of his)
This is too much. Me trying to go for someone, while seeing my best friend be in a happy relationship Can’t a girl just get that too
By 𓍢ִ໋. ✿ Ghislaine ✿ 𓍢ִ໋. 2 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Words
We carry words like distant stars. Small lights that guide us through the dark. Each thought we shape becomes a spark.
By Emily2 months ago in Poets