Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Keep on truckin You create nothing but destruction Nothing of value Putrefied pontification Of what you think is best for the nation
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I have thoughts that run through my head I write them down before they’ve fled Laying in bed When I drive I write everywhere
Reason why I smell great Have to rate It well eight Confidence Is booming high Still I’m humble that’s why Little things like that helps
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
The boogeyman is coming for you. He's coming for me. The boogeyman is coming for all of us. He feeds off of your fears. He dwells in your nightmares.
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
All them times I kept on praying Where’s the people that are good…. On the mic I’ll keep on spraying & they’ll say I’m from the hood….
I'm on a path to peace a place taken from me My Eyes see the deeper sea I launch my sight to over see Knowing its just me
By Edward Obiarinze2 years ago in Poets
i wish i was princess jasmine, seeking out to find my aladdin. but how can i possibly be a princess when i let any lad in?
By Kiesha’s Diary2 years ago in Poets
Angels banished from heaven Will never find it again But maybe they can find something To confuse it with Someplace not as perfect
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
First things first. I breathe to check the vitals. Yes, this is real and I don't need your idols. Beyond the wonder I wonder, I see you under the words I ponder.
By eawilcox2 years ago in Poets
i’ve brought a cold home maybe i got it from dad a little keepsake . . . [8/27/23] . . .
By kory salajka2 years ago in Poets
You terrify me Because from the moment we met I knew We had met before In a waking dream A dream I sought to ignore Something long ago
Overcame so many things There’s no reason I should stop…. I was browsing wedding rings Thanking God for It to flop…. Now I’m cool I know myself
