Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
If I don’t love you Everything about you changes So much so That I learn your decomposition And can never unsee it If I don’t love you
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
from the ashes i am not born again, but i don’t feel like who i was. so, maybe, i will finally feel like who i am,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Keep the flame burning, let the flickering fire, keep hope alive, keep it burning - deep within your heart. There are dreams still to be realized
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Spill it spill it spill it! Open up and spill it until it flows so therapeutic and thick like syrup Until it pours it pours it pours out with no remorse.
By NJ Reed3 years ago in Poets
🎨 In colors bold and bright, stories come alive, ✨ Canvas dances, emotions take a dive. 🖌️ Brushstrokes whisper secrets untold,
By Hanas Faizal3 years ago in Poets
Upon a tree branch, high and free, A bird with feathers, bright to see, Its gaze darts 'round, both near and far, Searching for sights, a curious star.
By Joy Lakra3 years ago in Poets
It is not a curse that we die. It is not a horrible fate. It is not bad. It is simple. Death is a gift. Life cannot exist without it.
Stepping from the shadow Of the man I once called me Looking back it's clear that man Was never meant to be He struggled, fought and writhed to stay
How can you not see your shadow Stretching larger than life Sunny as the day may be? It's a constant reminder Of who you once were
Ode to Dirty Dishes We cannot avoid you But damn do we try And you remain all the same It must take courage, to continue
By Donelle Maloney3 years ago in Poets
In youth's embrace, a tender bloom did grow, A crush, a fluttered heart's secret domain, A playground's whispers, where emotions flow,
By Jason Wayne3 years ago in Poets
hand painted- wide brimmed- strangely sculpted- pop culture referenced- - whether sheltering my ginger tea- or holding ice cream scoops-
By Jada Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
