Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
“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
Across the worn roads of silence, you walk — not for glory, but because the earth still asks your footsteps to remember it.
Dear Friend, It's late and I'm awake. I decided to write to you because I truly miss your silver gaze. I went outside to see if you were in the sky only to find your brilliant face was hidden behind a puff of clouds.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹5 months ago in Poets
When Love Turns Difficult: Hafez’s Iconic Ghazal Introduction Among Hafez’s most celebrated works is the ghazal beginning with the famous line:
By Azadeh il5 months ago in Poets
Lying and me—me and lying I barely remember a time when— my mind didn’t failsafe into a lie ~ not much in recent years—but,
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
set fire to the sky embers falling to the earth splendor of our worth
By Raine Fielder5 months ago in Poets
Tables sprawl across the driveway's width, Laden with the archaeology of living— Chipped coffee mugs that held a thousand mornings,
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Poets
***Authors Note: The song I listened to while creating this poem is Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson.*** Darkness and light combine into me,
decomposition nature's chorus of decay as fallen leaves crisp. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: For the Fallen Leaves Challenge.
Pieces of thought scattered like broken glass— each one sharp, each one catching light from a different angle.
under bed, scary no, with voices in my head terrorising me * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: For the Haunted Echoes challenge. As ever, I took a very personal approach. Nothing scarier, in reality, than my own head.
