Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Black tar streets and walls of concrete. Tower blocks tower — from a crack in the sidewalk grows a bouquet of flowers.
By jl wood4 months ago in Poets
I begin with the thought that every glance carries a weight, sometimes feather light, sometimes the pull of an ocean. Your eyes carry both.
By Printique Studios4 months ago in Poets
Spring’s gleam of overwhelming light Completes the creeping birth of dawn, Sates fleeting winter's looming flight Through obscured shades of beauty’s brawn.
By Cindy Calder4 months ago in Poets
It's quite simple, really. Something that trickles is the best soundtrack, Whether water or music is subjective. A space - room, building, chair -
By Isabella Nesheiwat4 months ago in Poets
The Mouth of Earth The soil splits, the ground is raw. A mouth appears, with teeth of stone. It yawns, it growls, it swallows deep.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
My mind is split, a coin that will not land, it spins between lapse and remembering too much. One side erases life at my command,
By Autumn Stew4 months ago in Poets
I am not the first to be beaten by the one they love I am not the last to be beaten by the one they love Secrets linger in the storm that skewers my emotions with a long metal stick
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
I opened my eyes and you were already looking, that quiet kind of gaze that doesn’t ask for anything, it just gives. The light bent itself across your shoulders,
Death is just a bit too much, isn't it? — Cliché? Overstated? Not the point, is it? — Death weighs heavy on my mind today
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
The rising and the setting suns collide for enough time to steal away a breath. They know there is nowhere for them to hide,
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
first light my coffee cools as I braid patience thin, five strands, five tries, five counted breaths already frayed. you say…
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
Trusting my first look, I just wanted you. You’re all I could see no one else would do. We smiled at the lies, laughing as we cried.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
