Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
This red cycle ends yet Spring blooms a forest's crown unless wildfire comes ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm4 months ago in Poets
I am like a butterfly, I can change a being with the flap of my wings. Cocooning my way through life, only to emerge brighter -
By KwCub4 months ago in Poets
Kaleidoscopic Memorialization Inspirational
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
The leaves dance with me, they salsa, samba and twist, while I do the stomp.
I notice every little thing you do, like how your fingers pause on the rim of a glass as if you’re holding back a thought
By Printique Studios4 months ago in Poets
It sits heavy in the chest, a stone that will not rest, carved from moments we can't take back, words that left their track.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Poets
Do not think about the dog park. Do not look at the dog park. Do not ask why it has no dogs but sounds of barking
Forget us the past This acquaintance of our time Cheers to our last sign
Weakness is thy strength It prepares thee for thy fall Wonderment in soul
As we take shelter 'neath an old oak tree, we contemplate life, ad astra per aspera. For as this mighty oak stands for centuries,
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
Yellow and I have an interesting relationship. I never liked the way it looked on my skin malnourished of joy and frail from the rain
By Rae Janney4 months ago in Poets
For the sake of Vocal.media and the writers who want to do more than the minimum, please remove the Poetry category. I'm not suggesting this with fancy poetic devices, a metaphor, allusions, or an unnecessary allegory.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman4 months ago in Poets
