Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Autumn leaves Fall Orange, yellow, red, fire call Beauty answers all Image by Annelise Lords Thanking Justice for this brain exercise.
By Annelise Lords 4 months ago in Poets
Rose pressed her ear against the bedroom ceiling, Listening to sounds that set her heart reeling— Three short scratches, two long, then pause,
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Poets
I'm dying to live again Prophecy is never a moment in hindsight I've been bitten by so many boy souls I've lost count Scratching deep is still not part of my sleep, must be yours
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 months ago in Poets
I lived on brown leaf but then, I flew on red one - cocoon, butterfly!
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
God did this create, Autumn trees in beauty sure, Satan, man and more.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
Beneath the velvet sky we lay, hands entwined, hearts unafraid, while the Milky Way spilled its light, a silver river across the night.
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
What is a Shadow? A darkness on the day A sad nonspeaking fellow, who goes the wrong way He can not move on his own, he waves when others do
By Raine Fielder4 months ago in Poets
I could gather you in my arms forever, yet it would still feel unfinished, as if love, no matter how tightly held, was always spilling over the edges.
By Printique Studios4 months ago in Poets
Within the quiet mind, a loom, Where threads of hope can find their room. A silver strand of what could be, Woven for the heart to see.
By Amir Husen4 months ago in Poets
Meet me at the cross— Where hope breaks the back of knees Humbling man in the holy presence of God For even gravity
By Lakena McQueen4 months ago in Poets
The sky, a canvas, dark and deep, Where silent, waiting stars still sleep. A whisper soft, a thread of grey, To hint the coming of the day.
Big, juicy burger The psychic bites in... and tastes... Ground up hopes and dreams *** This is the haiku adaptation of a two sentence horror story I wrote a while back.
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
