Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Strong They said your own trauma makes you stronger. No, it did not. It made me weak, fragile, and lost. My trauma is the darkest corner inside my head.
By JUST NICOLE2 years ago in Poets
I lied to you in so many ways That I forgot the truth Believing in the yarn I spun I tripped and fell for you But you cut every string you saw
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
We humans are a broken sort Searching in all the wrong places When someone close to us dies We seek a meaning That can only be found
Day by day Hour by hour You build yourself A grain at a time Each thought Each experience Sits upon your base Delicately at first
Even if you just try to breathe in the air you'll end up breathing in the bad stuff too So breathe in, deeply. Fill up your lungs until they're likely to burst
We live in a time, where our intellect and pride Have become larger than life. They escape our bodies, govern our souls A person has parameters to be judged upon From religion to race, an identity covers it all.
By Dhanishtha_ k2 years ago in Poets
I made space in my heart For you to find warmth And you shred it apart With an icy thorn I made space in my head For you to fit
By A_Skeleton_Speaks2 years ago in Poets
If you have an idea, write it down. Your best ideas will find you when you are not searching. The ideas that are meant to meet you
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
In the corners of my mind, they lay, Those memories of a bygone day. A tapestry of moments once so bright, Now shrouded in the gentle cloak of night.
By Ryan Kizzu Borkham2 years ago in Poets
Let’s make a memory, just you and I. My love so much time has passed, in our rushed days and quiet times. A new season upon us,
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
all he wanted was to be seen to be equal to have a voice to be recognized not for the petty insecurities of those nearest
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Henry David Thoreau Throws thrones like little stones Where they go No one knows It flies like a bird Into the nose Of all the Fabios
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
