art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Ride into the Wind
Two wheels spinning 'neath the sun, A child's first taste of freedom won. The wind whips through their hair and clothes,
By Beyond the Brightness3 years ago in Poets
Time Is Not Your Friend
I am not your friend I will wear you down with age feel me in your bones.
By B3 years ago in Poets
The Killing Fields/ A Slow Collapse
They’re killing us One day at a time Isn’t it all so sublime Limelights and vaunted fights Over teams Over so called “culture wars”
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
More than Chronology
Chronos or Kairos Simple order of events Or appointed time
By Robbie Nagle3 years ago in Poets
There's a Genius in the Walls
IF WALLS COULD TALK . . . . . . There is a genius in these walls, did you know that? A genius in the stalls— Something like a throwback.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
Under the Tree of Memories
"In the land of rolling hills, Where the sunlight always spills, Lived a young girl, bright and free, Roaming the fields endlessly.
By karthik k3 years ago in Poets
Finding Our Missing Piece: The Search for Our Soulmates
Title: Finding Our Missing Piece: The Search for Our Soulmates Introduction: The concept of finding one's soulmate has been a topic of interest throughout history. The idea of a perfect partner who fits seamlessly with us is an alluring concept. Often, it's depicted as a missing piece to complete our life's puzzle. In this essay, we will explore the concept of finding our missing piece and how it relates to the search for our soulmates.
By Udhaya Karthika3 years ago in Poets
How Shoes Can Be A Muse For Poets
Explore the wonderful world of shoes in poetry, and how famous poets used this everyday object as a symbol of life, love, and human nature.Start writing...
By Leo Edwan3 years ago in Poets
Butterfly
No one taught me to fly. I started flying myself. The distance from a worm to me is very short. I'm not the little worm I thought I was...
By Athulya Sujith3 years ago in Poets
Flying Solo
A solo wanderer, I roam free Embracing life, just me, myself, and me No one to answer to, no need to explain My heart's my own, my life unrestrained
By Sarath S3 years ago in Poets
Eternal Flames
Love and lust, two sides of a coin Both can burn hot, both can make us groan One with deep connection, the other just skin
By Sarath S3 years ago in Poets
Nightlife on Red Street
The city lights are bright, On Red Street, every night. A symphony of sound, Where feet hit the ground. Electric beats pulsate,
By Sarath S3 years ago in Poets