art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Becoming Me
It has been an organic journey BECOMING ME. It's almost as if everything in the universe is pulling me together. It sometimes feels like God is calling all the pieces of my together, so I can be made whole.
By Halima Brown3 years ago in Poets
Ghost Writer
There is an art to writing words that is kept secret. a craft that is hidden but essential, A writer's ghost, or the practice of Ghostwriting,
By Jazmin Fernandez3 years ago in Poets
Dance of Seasons. Content Warning.
In the realm of time's ballet, Nature's dancers take their play, A waltz of seasons, swift and slow, A timeless rhythm, to and fro.
By NAVIN S B.Com.,3 years ago in Poets
Like a Phoenix Rising From the Ashes
Like the Phoenix, I will rise from the ashes, of all of my yesterdays. I might have been down, perhaps always with a frown
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
An Ode to the Oak Trees
There were four of them, four oaks that greeted me. One at the end of my garden, the one I fondly named Henry. He was there through all the seasons,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Sword
Sword What you mean to me Is more than just a fantasy What you gave to me Is more then I could ask You’ve been there
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
Time Heals All?
Sitting here Looking at your picture Thinking of all we had Remembering how I told you I wanted nothing more than to be a dad
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Pie Bird
Plucky little pie bird You brave the scorch of the oven And send away, forthwith, the angry steam from within your crust
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
Ode To Mother
In the realm of love, she reigns supreme, A mother's grace, a sacred theme. With tender arms and nurturing heart, She crafts a haven, where we restart.
By Judith Akabs3 years ago in Poets
The Hour Glass
You count the seconds I try to count your grains Impossible You are infinite Except you aren’t really You will eventually run out
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
Grandma’s Cookie Jar
Every time I visit I look forward to our meeting Eagerly anticipating The treats grandma has awaiting For me and my siblings
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
Discovering the Past: A Deep Dive into Vintage Paint By Numbers
A Vintage clock paint by numbers kit takes you on an artistic trip through history as you paint by the clock. Each stroke you make while you move with the paintbrush through the minutes, seconds, and hours brings the artwork to life. The ticking of the clock creates a symphony of cycles, transferred with your heartbeat and brush movement.
By Jane dillan3 years ago in Poets