Ballad

"BACK TO REALITY". Content Warning.
Verse 1: Thoughts crowd my brain, if it’s all the same To you, insane, as we walk this fine line Of time and space, of Mother Mary full of grace
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Sausage Party
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
The Importance of Music Education for Infants and Toddlers
Music education is a vital part of childhood development, enriching the lives of infants and toddlers in numerous ways. Engaging with music from an early age stimulates cognitive, emotional, and physical growth, paving the way for a variety of skills that children will carry with them throughout their lives. This article explores the benefits of music exposure for young children, the different types of music classes available, and what parents can expect from these enriching experiences.
By Lisa's Dance & Exerciseabout a year ago in Poets
sensational II (sub 2)
This challenge kicks off our revisited series, where we revisit fan-favorite Vocal challenges with new twists. In this revisited verision of our original Sensational challenge, we're asking you to condense a world of sensory experience into just five lines—one line for each of the five senses. Whether it’s the warmth of morning coffee, the sound of laughter in a bustling park, or the scent of rain on pavement, we want you to take us there by engaging our senses in a precise, powerful way. The rules are simple, but the challenge lies in your word choices: you have just one line per sense to create a full, immersive experience.
By babycham about a year ago in Poets
Celebrating Kevin Sandbloom. AI-Generated.
Celebrating Kevin Sandbloom: A Hidden Gem in the World of Poetry, Jazz, R&B, and Soul In a music industry often dominated by commercialized sounds and fleeting trends, Kevin Sandbloom stands as a refreshing embodiment of authentic artistry. Today, we honor the birthday of Kevin Sandbloom, a soulful artist whose music resonates deeply within the R&B and Soul genres. A Los Angeles native, Sandbloom has quietly crafted a reputation as an authentic musician who weaves blues, jazz, and poetry into his performances, inviting listeners into an intimate and emotive musical experience.
By Denelsia Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Crimson and Ivory
In hues of red and white, a canvas paints A scene of beauty, free from worldly restraints. Crimson, a passion bold and fierce,
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Don't Touch Me
Don't Touch Me Your fingers, soft and warm, Yearn to trace my every form. But I, a fragile vessel, fear, The touch that might bring tears.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Sipping From The Siren: Hot Coffee and Trepid Thoughts
As steaming smoke snakes and rises, I see trepidation as wars escalate, bodies fall and missiles flash, it’s the 4th of July in reverse, ports closed, prices soar, a hurricane roars, overseas our money we pour
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
On healing in gallant echoes
I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
"TELL ME IT'S SO". Content Warning.
"TELL ME IT'S SO" "ALONG THE WAY" I find myself feeling guilty at 75, because I am not working full time in a regular gig as society has crammed work ‘til you die down our throats. The economy is designed for working stiffs and the powers that have created we work ‘til we die then just throw us away. So tired of Elons, Jeffs, etc. etc. I am fed up. Yes, it is my concern because if I do not say anything with my background and education, then my blood pressure goes 'way high. Unfortunately, the ultra-ultra rich do not care and if democracy does not win, we are going away on the trains, and it will not be the subway. Truth. No conspiracy theories. My body is not a political pawn. We must speak up. My friend refuses to talk about anything about our bodies and regular mundane everyday living because the orange buffoon makes tying one’s shoelaces a big crime. So, knock these Nazis out. Yes, they are Nazis. I do not bury my head in sand.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
A Potential New Romance
A vision of loveliness separates from the beach sunset; familiar. Her intriguing perfume mixes with the lake breeze. She runs a hand through my hair as the September air threatens to penetrate my layers with coldness.
By Kent Brindleyabout a year ago in Poets