Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The kindling from the breath of the flames shake. Dust settles like children sitting down, now. Consciousness simply holds on and it makes
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
I don't care if you got a check mark Everybody can buy a real mark I care if you end up being my last mark Why you watching my moves
By Widj-Gaëlle Norvil7 years ago in Poets
White Coat That day, you placed your hand on my back, I knew. My pain left me, and I knew. I didn't want to admit it then, but that was the moment
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Poets
Bumper to bumper in every lane, A shortcut - you say - around the inane. Past the fancy restaurants and the Strolls in the park, past parties, drinking
By J Kruger7 years ago in Poets
You want to say you have control over me? There must be something wrong inside your circuitry We didn’t get to write our own history
By Harley Harris7 years ago in Poets
These acorns know no place, nor do these crinkled leaves. For they Have been released, birthed away by the trees. The night, dark and dismal, extends far past its due.
By Katie Matthews7 years ago in Poets
The memory of us sets me aflame. A burning moves throughout my veins, As I long for the day I can be free of these chains.
You didn’t get the hint, Or maybe you did. That this is not what I want, For you are not him. Did you hear my pleas over your insatiable hunger?
What is the point of Language? If not to carry simple message? Swap words for numbers, instantly you'd see some structure.
By Benoit Magician Poet Word-caster7 years ago in Poets
Steel pours like sheets of some white-hot splendor. Copper mines run deep into the Earth to Extract the metal to only render
Sweetie, you’re a volume of stories in a world only learning the alphabet Your shining soul wanders through people’s thoughts like a rainbow after a storm,
By Olivia Reed7 years ago in Poets
A painting tells a story. Behind each gentle stroke and soothing transition of colour is about 101,000 words. Underneath each coat of paint is a canvas.
By Bianca Loveless7 years ago in Poets
