art

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

The Best Job I’ve Ever Had
The best job I’ve ever had Is being a dad I get to see your little smiles I get to listen to you talk for miles I get to see you from the beginning
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere to Die
I want to find somewhere to die Somewhere to lie down Somewhere to laugh and cry Somewhere For just you and I Somewhere to settle
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Gluttony
I learned a few years ago that I’m incredibly impressionable. It’s something I have to be very aware of. The things around me and the people around me, become me.
By Tarik Murrell2 years ago in Poets
rIghT
If you do the right thing, right now, you won’t see the results today. Or even tomorrow. It may be weeks from now, often months.
By Tarik Murrell2 years ago in Poets
sPeAk
Sometimes, I’m afraid of making bad art. Art that disrespects the artform. As if the artform has some platonic standard that must be met. There are days when I don’t think I have the skillset to meet that ideal. Where I am all aspiration but no ability.
By Tarik Murrell2 years ago in Poets
K-Cat (pop)
K-pop turns into a meow k-cat Picture a feline with grace so sweet, A cat in the spotlight, dancing to the beat. Whiskers very sharp like shadows on a stage
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
the best art is squint
the best art is squint it’s ever so slightly off making you want to reach inside and straighten, adjust . the best art is incomplete
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Who are you?
In shadows cast, a mystery veiled, Whispered echoes, tales regaled, A question lingers in the night, "Who are you?" in soft moonlight.
By Madu 2 years ago in Poets
It's too Spicy
Reality is a burning spice; difficult to fully swallow.
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets
Cracked Pen
Write with truth. That is the only thing that matters. Write with truth dripping from your fingertips so when people
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets
The States of Lovers
My states of pining are a continuation with no rest stops – they flow, they grow, they sow rains where the clouds of the mind
By Meri Utkovska2 years ago in Poets
The Inuk Goddess Of Art And Creativity
Introduction "Composition (Family Playing Cards)", a pencil drawing done by Annie Pootoogook around 2000-2001. Photo retrieved from Google Images via www.aic-iac.ca. As you can see at the bottom right, Annie's artist signature is written in Inuktitut, her mother tongue, and the Indigenous language spoken in Nunavut, Canada.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets