art

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

the air stirs. Honorable Mention in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
the air stirs in a dark room and the light peaks in, daylit where the curtain has been folded back. just enough to see the extreme disarray his life is, to make him smile.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
In Your Purpose
Don’t just chase the bag Because your happiness will lag Don’t run after the money Instead walk in your calling Don’t envy people who seems to have reached success
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
Sun Ray Whiskey
Fantasies flooding gates, flowing through fingers falling to an endless supply of forgetfulness. Dropping soundlessly into oblivious emotion,
By Ady Evans3 years ago in Poets
Virtuality Dream
In my virtual dream, realm of infinite possibilities, I exchange desires, packaging my reality, while love seeks solace in these digital spheres,
By Sofie Weber3 years ago in Poets
"Biological Rhapsody: Unraveling Nature's Symphony"
POEM EXPLAINED ! The poem celebrates the intricate and captivating nature of biology, which encompasses the study of life and living organisms. It portrays biology as a tapestry, a complex and interconnected web of life that unravels its secrets through scientific exploration.
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
🎵 The Rhapsody of Sensational Five Senses 🎶
Oh, the wonders of the human senses, 👀Sight, 👂sound, 👋touch, 👅taste, and 👃smell, each with its own defenses, 🌈Guarding the beauty of this world, spread out across the fields and the fences, 🌏From the highest mountain peaks to the deepest ocean trenches.
By Scribbler's Haven3 years ago in Poets
Heart of gold
In this world of chaos and noise, Where greed and envy still reign, There's a glimmer of hope and poise, A heart of gold that will remain.
By Devi heena3 years ago in Poets
Scrumptious Cycle
I’m staring at a blank field. At the very top of this vertical journey is a jagged blue ladder creeping down. _____Drip. _________Drip.
By J. Jay3 years ago in Poets
Euphoric Discomfort
Specks of deformed and malnourished thoughts- Scour through months of sewage and debris- - And at 2:26 a.m. my concepts and feelings-
By Jada Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
Dancing on his shoes
Whose shoe’s did I dance on when I was little? I hesitate to ask I felt so safe and warm before I had all these adult tasks
By Zelda Foxx3 years ago in Poets
Dancers
While we basked in the rays of the moonlight and listened to the tumtum of the talking drum you indeed seemed to speak to us
By ige eniolaoluwa3 years ago in Poets
Breath of Art
Breathe in. Breathe out. Engulfed by the synesthesia, Colors dance, like water colored ribbons snaking through the air.
By Crystal Ayers3 years ago in Poets