art

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

Am sorry am a people pleaser
In a world of smiles, her heart does dwell, A people pleaser, her story I shall tell. With every breath, she craves their praise,
By Jeff koli3 years ago in Poets
Being The Best
Being The Best The Word "Best" are for those who never rest Going from East to West under pressure and stress performing Exams and Tests
By Eniola Adebayo Carson3 years ago in Poets
Choosing the Perfect Paint by Numbers Kit: Finding Your Inspiration
In the world of artistic endeavors, paint by numbers has emerged as a captivating and accessible medium that allows both beginners and experienced artists to unleash their creativity. Whether you're drawn to the serenity of landscape paint by numbers, the nostalgic charm of vintage kits, or the magical world of Harry Potter, these art forms offer a delightful journey filled with joy, relaxation, and self-expression.
By Paint by Numbers 3 years ago in Poets
Paint by Numbers: A Blend of Art and Relaxation
Paint by numbers is a timeless activity that brings out the artist in everyone. With its simple and enjoyable approach, this art form allows you to create stunning masterpieces with ease. Vintage paint by numbers takes you back to a bygone era, evoking a sense of nostalgia and capturing the charm of classic artwork. Whether you choose to paint serene landscapes, captivating portraits, or vibrant flowers, each stroke of the brush brings the image to life, showcasing your creativity and artistic flair.
By painting bynumbers3 years ago in Poets
A Love/Hate Sonnet
You hate me/you have me/you love me and shove me; with goldest hair all in battle blondly spilling down your neck and reddened freckled cheeks and filling
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
The Fever of Love. Content Warning.
In the realm where hearts collide, Where passion's flames doth always abide, There lies a fire that burns so bright, A fever of love, an eternal delight.
By M.J. HUMPHREY3 years ago in Poets
Coming home.
Finding Home How will I move on? I’m going to miss the wind in my hair, and the salt knotting my hair. Walking the beach every morning.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Speak Up.
Speak up Wipe away your tears Speak up. Uncover your face from your blanket Speak up. Wipe away your tears. Speak up.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
California
California Winter turns to Spring I can feel the cool ocean breeze in my bones, a small shiver runs down my back. It’s the golden hour here in San Diego.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Venom
Venom You deserve better Closed eyes tell no lies. Only once opened can they tell the truth. I wish I could tell you what you want to hear.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
haiku june, still, yep. of course!
yes, i can do this this life is weird - but i can i will, differently . . . [6/11/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
Chuckles the Clown
Chuckles the clown isn't like any other He'll gobble up anything even your brother He'll put on a show for you
By Sara Wilson3 years ago in Poets