Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The sign, in its stark, pragmatic simplicity, said it all. It stuck out of the concrete, on a rusted rod, so ordinarily, as if to prod,
By Jacob Sherman2 years ago in Poets
There was a bright-colored rainbow, across the sky the day we met, it has not been long my friend – but the sunny skies have turned to gray.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
Think outside the box But stay within their lines Awareness brings a birds-eye view Of the purgatory To which we find ourselves confined
By TDI2 years ago in Poets
Amidst rustling leaves, A bright beacon of no fear, Guiding hearts with hope.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
raise a thankful voice For every joy, for every tear, Gratitude is our constant cheer. twinkling light, a lullaby A cosmic dance of time
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Amidst autumn's hush, Pumpkin's smile in shadows gleams, Hope's ember aglow.
Hallows eve draws near as all the ghosts and gouls come out to play. All the children better hide in their homes at night or else there might be a fright.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
"Trick or treat" The young gremlins chimed just a tad offbeat. I couldn't wait to greet them all upon doorstep this year.
I leave a knife under my pillow. Just in case you darken my doorstep again. It's for my own protection. Because I am scared I'll wake up dead.
I work so hard I get things done Along with that I have my fun I’m the one who always won In my head say no to gun Pressure’s heavy weighs a tonne
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
He painted a portrait with His words! He spoke and it was! Existence - Bang! And there it was! Why must we make it so complicated to understand?
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Pull me, drag me through the movements and i'll stay entire in my wrecked pieces. I'll cry yet my tears will be my security since it is everything you will get from me.
By Sylvia Ejeagbasi2 years ago in Poets
