Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I sit here in this quiet room, watching the dust dance in the light. I watch you pack your winter coats, preparing for your sudden flight.
By Jesse26 minutes ago in Poets
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about an hour ago in Poets
Found a beat I know I’m trying Efforts there there’s no denying Found a beat with melody Perfect for the remedy Raise the bar In life start flying
By Haychie_Artistabout 4 hours ago in Poets
I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would think of like "HUCK" from the favourite shows that we know !? I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would assume knows all the flavours and all the talented makers !?
By 365poetryabout 6 hours ago in Poets
I said to you that I want you, but I have NO HOME!? I said to you, I need you, but I have family !? I said to you, I want a child, but YOU are NOT important !?
You toy with my heart In your hand And I feel you slowly squeezing Turning it to sand.
By Edward Valabout 9 hours ago in Poets
“I am vehement” Taxidermy Totem of hunting trophies Stare!
By Dianaabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Lovecraft Country is one of the greatest shows of all time. The title needed to be restated. - It had one season. - In 10 episodes they developed characters,
By Jada Fergusonabout 15 hours ago in Poets
My Tits When I go to the store And buy a new shirt I have to think How it would look I have to wonder “Will people think I'm slutty For emphasizing my breasts?”
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 16 hours ago in Poets
She turns her gaze to heaven’s light, Too bright to face, too fierce, too white. She looks instead to fields of gold,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 23 hours ago in Poets
Leprous mouth like the moth front the light, I dared to open the throat of my chasm shameless riping apart my guts Uttering vibrations of your breath
By Dianaabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Traveler of Worlds Beyond I walked where the sky forgets its name, through doors that opened without a sound, past stars that bled into one another,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
