Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the vale where the dead winds moan, Beneath a sky of blood and stone, There stands a house with windows blind, That dreams of souls it’s left behind.
By Skippie Petrova3 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Quiet Earth" Beneath the soil where secrets sleep, Where roots entwine and silence keeps, The dead still whisper, soft and low,
Switching lanes I like manoeuvre Now I’m clean…. Like a hoover Mind Is always there It clicked I’m a treat ain’t getting tricked
By Haychie_Artist3 months ago in Poets
Once, I believed in love. Twice, I did believe in love. Thirsty, Rain from above. I saw her walking, Sweaty, Yet beautiful as a dove.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 months ago in Poets
Jorogumo sits Tense, on her toes, patiently observing her prey. *** The woman spider Has all the time in the world She is in no rush.
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Poets
You arrive in my world like a pulse of light that spills through the cracks of an old room, steady yet startling, both familiar and new.
By Printique Studios3 months ago in Poets
Most people think of sex as physical. Some think of it as emotional. A few even see it as energetic. But there is a level deeper still: sex as a path to God.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Poets
In a corner booth, waiting for the prey sipping something cheap to send me on my way. It's been a whole hour and nothing yet,
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 months ago in Poets
THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER OF THE The FREEWAY SPIRIT THE STARE ECHOES OF THE SKINWALKER SPIRIT
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.3 months ago in Poets
close - your eyes for a brief moment give me - your hand for a spell, a while do you - feel my heart? beating do you - understand?
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
She Is Mysterious She is mysterious, she reads the quiet shadows, she walks where whispers bloom, she knows beyond the veil,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
