Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how he’s treated you— I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you But, I am now. Let that be more than enough.
By Love, Your Favorite Pretty Girl7 years ago in Poets
You can only give someone so much forgiveness before it becomes foolishness Wrap your brain around your heart and remind that thing that there is no one as exceptional as you
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Pain, but not too much, raced through his being. Like drops of blood in his memory, he Could look with strength beyond any seeing.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Here’s a little advice From me to you About everything you’ll experience in college And what you have to look forward to
By Kat Davis7 years ago in Poets
Your eyes sparkle as they try to hold back tears You’re smiling at me without a hint of the happiness I know you’re capable of
The only way I could be strong for so long Is because strength lives within me In places others cannot hear My demons antagonize me
By Khepera J7 years ago in Poets
There I am, just minding my business–going where I'm going, doing what I do (headphones on 'cause I don't wanna be bothered)–when suddenly I get this feeling: butterflies.
By Michael Wolfe7 years ago in Poets
d.(FYI, This is based on the Graphic Novel that I am currently writing called Borges-81, and it's what the Protagonist is saying when he saves his world from an enemy from another galaxy that was thought to be dead.)
By stephanie borges7 years ago in Poets
Why are we so different? Are we so different? Do we not breathe the same air? Do we not bask under the same sun? What Earth are you from?
There I am gazing back at me as I stand before the mirror, observing. It's Me. It's all in the eyes a certain little gleam that lets me know I'm still pilot.
Night arrives just in time, smooth as ever. The stars awaken, as do I. Restless ruminations that slumber during the day, spring to life as the sun wanes.
I know karma is a b*tch But its a risk to take With the vibes so fine It’s a shame you’re not mine We can be lovers Or we can just step back
By Dominick Morisseau7 years ago in Poets
