Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Candle wax was used for royal seals. But, today, blue, green, yellow, and white wax dripped onto a canvas. Before the wax cooled, two complementing flowers jumped into the pool of expression.
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Screaming in the fall Showcasing the fiasco Savor Natures flaw
By George Zelinski5 months ago in Poets
See my quandary Wanting to stay yet must leave Angrily burning
I take thy mantle, answer the call To face the darkness swirling within; Let ink stand witness—let the blackness fall I call the pool; abyss—reveal thy skin
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
You’re falling away Changing every passing day Leaving beautifully
At first it is a roar, a restless tongue of light licking the night clean. Every crackle insists on its own bright living.
By Sara C5 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, I’ve waited for the silence to deepen— for the day’s noise to dissolve so I could finally speak to you. You, who have leaned above every ocean,
Cuddling with the ground In thick radiant blankets Bringing you comfort
A kiss begins simply, just two breaths colliding, a pause where language forgets itself. Yet when it’s you, it gathers weight,
By Printique Studios5 months ago in Poets
Once I wore the morning crown, My throat a fountain of liquid gold, Each note a bridge from earth to sky, Each trill a story being told.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Poets
“We need you to come in.” No reason, no answers to my questions Just two steps from the door now Standing somewhere outside time
By Krysta Dawn5 months ago in Poets
Across the golden Mara, a lone lion limps through whispering grass. One eye shadowed, one scar deep as sorrow, his mane tangled in the winds of battle.
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
