Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The House That Breathes There is a house that breathes at night, Its windows sigh when the moon climbs high, And the walls remember every word,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
--- - --- (that's the sound I long to hear) --- - --- (every once in a while, at least) --- - --- (the sound of little to nothing)
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
You don't know yourselves. Run away. Don't think. Meaningless words on tongues. Go out into the streets and roads.
By ahmedibrahem3 months ago in Poets
The Spirit Who Asked Us to Lie A mythic film-poem by Vicki, with Echo, and Sweetie sailing toward the Isle of Outstages Café.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Lost, that’s all I know in this present moment Heavy, that’s all I can feel as I trek through this wasteland The light above me, in the distance, is all I see
By Thadeus 3 months ago in Poets
Happy times spring to mind Like glitches appearing before your eyes The seconds pass away Those seconds are just fragments
By Lucripa3 months ago in Poets
The moment begins small, a curve at the edge of your mouth, barely a thought, yet it lands like sunlight where I hadn’t realized I was cold.
By Printique Studios3 months ago in Poets
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
I walked in silence where the night devours, Where broken dreams collect like rain in hollow towers. They laughed at me, behind masks of gold,
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Poets
Bakeries make dough; They knead, punch, and lay it out, Wait—yours is coming.
By George Zelinski3 months ago in Poets
Tainted sauce simmers, Pasta twists, rolling, boiling, A dish to die for.
Rain canters down, autumnal darkness here: tenebrous, purple sky—an aching night sky, swollen in mist, all stars in fear,
By Oscar Richard3 months ago in Poets
