Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I used to know right from wrong, Then I heard too many songs. I think it changed my mind, Or maybe it went blind? Where do my thoughts even belong?
By SocrateZ3 years ago in Poets
Raindrops dripped gracefully from his dark curls, the sparkles in his eyes danced like a thousand fireflies in the night.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
He was a lonely drunken mister. I couldn’t believe he kissed her. A few drinks down and his vision was blurred, a few more and his words were slurred,
By Emiki Vee3 years ago in Poets
Graduation is the time to remember in one's life a time to think about where you are going and where you have been. A time to put your skills together one way or another.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
There were once some writers on Vocal Who complained that Haikus were total Now they have a Limerick writing challenge To test their wits to their advantage
By Gal Mux3 years ago in Poets
Of all that is said Telling you when to bed Controlling what they see Only for their belief This is called pretend.
By Jessica Burby3 years ago in Poets
Her eyes are like the deep dark ink That flows from pen to page A window to the soul they say But hers hold mysteries unexplained
By Safeera Sathar3 years ago in Poets
I tried to think of a rhyme, to make a limerick in time. To say something pithy, indeed something witty, and I think this will do just fine.
By Nicholaus Brownlee3 years ago in Poets
Life is not fair You can fuss if you dare But no one would care Life is full of surprises and can sometimes give you a big scare
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
At the coffee shop my words can roam in nature they bubble up like foam school is a bit dreary but it’s far more cheery than facing the void at home
By J. Jay3 years ago in Poets
My thoughts are so abnormal It put me in a false world Make me live a fulfilled life while staying in my room Can’t focus on the real
