art

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

"Beyond the Horizon's Whisper"
In shadows cast by doubt's dark shroud, A soul emerges, questioning aloud, In the quiet corners of the heart's lair, A whisper stirs, "Is there more out there?"
By Epic Pen Journeys2 years ago in Poets
My People Were Fair and Had Sky in Their Hair... But Now They're Content to Wear Stars on Their Brows
Introduction The CD Back, love the dedication and the words of John Peel My parents used to buy albums and in those days the inner sleeves carried advertisements for other albums. One of those albums was this one, and the cover of this really caught my eye. It was full of magic, and the title was a poem in itself.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Joy
If one person reads this post and it brings them joy then I feel like I've done my job as writer. I feel like the ultimate goal of each creative person is or should be to bring their readers joy. Joy is what gets us going and keeps us progressing forward toward our goals or dreams. Joy is a simple feeling deep within our hearts. Joy is precious and worth so much. If someone can find that joy while reading a post by yours truly then I've done my job for the day. Hope yall are doing well. Prayers to end violence and all the hate. Keep loving each other. Take care and always be creative!
By Mattie :)2 years ago in Poets
Amid Towering Trials
Amid towering trials, Hope's tear falls, but don't despair, Strength ignites within.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Am(Eric)an Jay - Primal(Ghost) #wegotnext Movement
Lyrics: Let’s take it all the way back to the beginning… Endorphin doses are amazing When you’re paining there’s no pain
By Uncut Book Pages2 years ago in Poets
I could have you
I could have you on a whim Any of you who are warm With the least amount of effort I would charm you with a joke A smile
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
The Wolves Are Howling. Top Story - October 2023.
The wolves are howling again, As the dark, night crept in. She hid inside the house with a crooked smile. The lone moon began to creep up into the sky as the wolves began to grow wild.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
Memories Like Mist
Memories like mist, drifting before my eyes, Like a thin fog lingering, enveloping my heart. As time passes, emotions fade away,
By Reynol Brennan2 years ago in Poets
A road of illusion
Applaud the privileged Who usher large crowds Follow the rich Who’s money leads us down A meandering road of illusion
By P.A. Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
Exploring the Beauty and Power of Art and Literature
At the crossroads of time, I stroll, Exploring the depth and pride of culture. Amidst the vast universe, I listen to the call and melody of the soul.
By Reynol Brennan2 years ago in Poets
She Is Me
You are the sunflowers without the weeds, The kernels without the seeds, The land with all the mass and a treasure that is everlastingly bountiful.
By Charelle Landers2 years ago in Poets
#1 Break Free . Content Warning.
My body is made of muscles yet it can’t endure the weight It gets heavier while I evolve- You know a sunflower stuck in a cage unable to reach the sky
By RedHaze2 years ago in Poets