Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
At night I like to pull my blanket over my head I like to cuddle up all warm and cozy in my soft bed Sometimes the light flicks
By Emma kotler8 years ago in Poets
You’ve wøn My will to live has dead and gone and all I can say is that you've won~ Asleep with the lights øn Tonight i sleep with the lights on
By Cidsain 🔮👁🖤8 years ago in Poets
Sunlight Streams in Catching on everything Making it gleam Warming copper threads in my hair Radiating ripples from the water
By Violet P. Davies8 years ago in Poets
I love to see a smile, No matter how it looks, It can come in all different styles, Easy to do-you cannot learn from books,
By Anna Olafson8 years ago in Poets
Feeling like I’m in my death chair had to mentally prepare with a quick prayer that when I leave the earth, I won’t be scared
By H.b. Woods8 years ago in Poets
I’m sitting here at the Drunken Cronuts coffee shop located on Kings Highway. it is midnight and I’m sucking back an Iced Macchiato, with an extra shot of espresso.
By Andrew Arnett8 years ago in Poets
We live in Kentucky. We have two trees in our front yard and the stump of another in the back. My favorite things are pools, cooked carrots,
By Maggie Fulmer8 years ago in Poets
Words cut deep, words take away- the pain, the sadness, the anger all those negative thoughts that sink in so deep into your soul
By Anthony Sol8 years ago in Poets
Two girls skipped in front of a moving car; As we cycled down the harbour my Youth fled with every push of the pedal. I finally found what I was looking for from here;
By Callum Foulds8 years ago in Poets
Feathers fall from up above Bells tinkle with the sound of love Pennies drop right by your door And the air seems brighter than before
By Clare Spencer8 years ago in Poets
Darkness consumes the room/ engulfed by the fumes/ morbid side of the moon/ an abyss/ drowning a soul in torment/ the raven crows at your doorsteps/
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Poets
School has begun. Work out room, 10 am. Jennifer and Lizzy are standing beside me. Despite her supposedly hating me in the real world, we make small talk and apparently are enjoying ourselves.
By Snookeronidjon8 years ago in Poets
