Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Fear is my castle The place I call home I furnish it lavish To keep from feeling alone A villain sits patient Each day on my throne
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
~I Want to go home!~ I want to go home Wherever that might be, I want to live free With God's company I'm crying for a hug,
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Poets
draw a poem in a single word draw a poem in the autumn coat draw a poem in the winter fake fur draw a poem in the springtime bloom
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
There you sit In quiet elegance In the most prominent of places, The center of the table And conversation Matriarch of the teacups
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the emerald forest's gentle sway, Where sunlight weaves through leaves of jade, A symphony of life in each small fray,
By Kacem Moussi3 years ago in Poets
My heart big as fuck, I guess that’s just my luck. Too sweet turned into too mean Too loving turned into too hateful.
By Nala3 years ago in Poets
In the dawn's soft light, you wait for me, My trusty companion, so plain to see. With a handle so comforting, your shape so round,
By Adan3 years ago in Poets
Pause the world when burdens weigh, To catch our breath, to find our way. In stillness, dreams may come alive, As we reflect, and hopes revive.
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
immaterial touch edges of darkness climb back words across the sea.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Poets
I don’t need anyone I want to say sometimes people go But the truth is people always come and they always go To tell you the truth I don’t know which way to go
I do this on and on and on. can’t remember the day that I was born. born with the devil’s scorn on my back. I was judged,
This is our book of blood We wish it was written in love We wish it was written in ink But it’s written in lives lost To the drink
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
