Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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
*I took this photo out at my dad's farm last week and I let it inspire this poem about harvest.** a house full of memories,
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 months ago in Poets
I begin with the stillness of your name resting on my tongue, a weight both fragile and unshakable. The room feels smaller when I think of you,
By Printique Studios4 months ago in Poets
when one looks upon the shaking leaves of a forest The poet sees a canvas. The poet sees millions of hands, a dancing woman, the crying breath of spring such as the likes of mournful Persephone
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
the night doesn't scare me anymore. but the darkness does. i don't know if it's ironic, or if it's a lazy contradiction.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
A lantern in the dark Lightened by the flame Glowing like a heart That has never felt the pain It sits all alone end of a beaten path
By Raine Fielder4 months ago in Poets
Times spent shrouded - shrouded yes in darkness ~ Such a melodramatic word to use ~ as I say "fuck you"
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
I. I am the cartographer of lost sounds, A surveyor of the silent, acoustic ground. My map is not of ink, but of a fading vibration,
By Ali Hamza4 months ago in Poets
disarming the future with ripples the pull of the pool reaches the whole world life as a compass navigating in relation to its opposite
The first thing I said when the door closed was not a prayer, not a confession, just a small breath, a shape in the air that sounded almost like thanks.
Shooting star across the sky, can’t help but wonder if it's you. And I wish you were to sit with me like we’d always do. Holding hands, looking up, hoping our wish comes true.
By Yuka4 months ago in Poets
An ode - to my great grandparents, Who experienced the world through visual feelings; Raw with emotions not tainted by spoken vibrations.
By Pōlani Monderen 4 months ago in Poets
