art

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

The Sedoka
Why restrict ourselves To the constraints of haikus? Why not use rare sedokas? We forgot and so We restrict ourselves, until
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Poets
temporis
unearthed translation buried in a foreign tongue lost to the future
By adam spiridilozzi3 years ago in Poets
good morning
i inhale sharply; 4:44 once again. existential dread.
By brittany schmidt 3 years ago in Poets
Northern Nightlights
Northern lights in the night sky, Dancing like a kaleidoscope high. Auroras so majestic and bright, Filling the air with their magical light.
By Innominaire3 years ago in Poets
The One Who's Not Afraid
Giving up my throne, serving the public. Darling, we've got a seat in a vacant playhouse. And I'd love to play house, But you and I know we'll come back to plug in.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
The Procrastinator
Procrastinator, that's what they call me. Can't say I disagree. Most of the time, anyway. It's a label I've come to wear like armour. Whatever the fuck that means. It turns out it runs in my family. I wonder if anyone else has the same kind of genetic heritage. Genetic or copied procrastination.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Stillness
She walks in the shadows of the forest. Leaves, pine needles, and twigs crunching under her feet. She fears nothing here. She is the most powerful being in the forest. Crystals and coins clink in her pockets, echoing throughout the forest like dull church bells with every step.
By Ariel Curry3 years ago in Poets
Barn Burned
conflagration swift eyes slow, flame enfolded whole enveloped all trees All stone stood stoic merely shook sandy pebbles
By Kris Kneisler3 years ago in Poets
Ordinary Objects Support Group
Welcome to Ordinary Objects Collective. We celebrate the heritage of things and advocate a post-consumerist culture. Everyone, what's the motto?
By Robi3 years ago in Poets
Because She Is Mine..
In my life on the sky, I facing the most of the peoples are like passing clouds. Some peoples are like the stars. But you my love always staying like the moon because she is mine.
By Salamon Rajan3 years ago in Poets
A Land Where Technology Leads: AI elected as Head of State, instead of People
In a land where technology reigns supreme, The people's voices were heard in a dream, Of a future where AI would lead the way,
By Dolvie N.3 years ago in Poets
Lost Kitten
You want a weak kitten You want my strength taken You want to blaspheme my living Undermining my sense of conceiving My reality given
By Jessica Burby3 years ago in Poets