art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Beauty Standards
Botox filled faces blank and vacant expressions unreactable
By Tina D. Lopezabout 7 hours ago in Poets
The Weirdest Thing I Have Ever Done
Like if I were to ask a person what's your favourite thing to do!? He, or perhaps she might say - listen come over and let's chill with two!?
By 365poetryabout 8 hours ago in Poets
The End
The pinnacle; the road has had many forks, twists and turns. The credits have ran; supporting actors have been thanked for their time,
By Angel Adagioabout 10 hours ago in Poets
I N H A B I T A N T S
We are all rotational creatures. So whenever you feel a lack of control over your emotions, remember that you are simply
By Kale Sinclaira day ago in Poets
Only Once
We forget, how brief the miracle is how the morning doesn’t promise to repeat itself, how hands are borrowed, not owned.
By Anitaa day ago in Poets
I'm "Cross-Eyed" - The Way He Makes Me Feel, I'm Like, "Dying" To Sl #$%. His Mama!
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The "COLD" Sore Problem, Like I Need Another Reason To Be A Jamaican - Brrrrrrr
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
D O O R
I stand at the threshold. Callous palm latched around the cold knob of a warm door. I press my wax-riddled ear to hear through the wooden core.
By Kale Sinclaira day ago in Poets
FOREVER YOUNG
When I dream You are forever young And even though reality insists You are gone You will live forever Within my broken heart
By Len Shermana day ago in Poets
Move On
The things that she's seen when she was barely sixteen From the moment she was taken From womb to cage A cry so loud
By Raine Fieldera day ago in Poets
The Things That Never Arrive
There are things you can want with your whole body and still never be chosen by. This is not a failure of language or posture
By Hannah Lamberta day ago in Poets
Instructions for Feeling
First— remove your armor slowly. Do not rip it off. Grief startles easy. Hope does too. Unbuckle the lies you learned early:
By Hannah Lamberta day ago in Poets