Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Trying to keep the balance Under the valance Refraining from a dalliance Because I wanted more From the moment I saw you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
He told me he had given me plenty of time That I should have healed by now That I should have learned to be fine But I didn't really know how
By A_Skeleton_Speaks2 years ago in Poets
The flowers are all dead, dying wilting weeping fading.
By Brittany M. Hampton-Row2 years ago in Poets
Amidst the hush of solitude's embrace, A sweetness whispers, a gentle grace. In quiet realms where thoughts take flight,
By ANFAS2 years ago in Poets
The open nuts on the table are still sound – bright eye movement from door to table: the work, the weight that doesn't exist,
By MecAsaf2 years ago in Poets
🥱❓💪🔗 In weariness, I stand, so deeply tired, Questioning the purpose, the path I've acquired. A weight upon my arms, heavy and strong,
By Garb Writer2 years ago in Poets
gracefully Hats in a rush He who takes it in his head miss Even when brought to the ground No less inside the tent
By Ahamed Thousif2 years ago in Poets
I’m in college right now, the school of life Unable to answer the phone unless it’s my calling Eliminating the distractions
By JasperRei TheArtist2 years ago in Poets
Atop the mountain, blooms unfurl with grace, A colorful tapestry in nature's embrace. 🌼 Butterflies, a procession in delicate flight,
If you love fire You’re going to get burned And that’s what she was The one who I yearned So now I am hurt By the blaze in her heart
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
You loved me for my lies And condemned me for my truth Pretended that you accepted me And then gave me the boot I raised you up without return
Patient Love A love that will wait A love that will not haste A love that will not chase A love, once fulfilled, grows unconditional.
By Kijuan Williams2 years ago in Poets
