art

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

Poetry
Poem #1 You never know when it will happen to you. You never know who will do it to you. When it starts, you’re always unsure.
By Rachel Anderson7 years ago in Poets
The House on Poe Street (Detroit City 666)
Algorithm tree branches bear fruit Eat from the Apple First memory for iOS (“us”) So capitalism twisted like Cap on the Snapple
By Intelligent Movement7 years ago in Poets
Isolated Conditions
Love yourself and become your best friend, love can be given and hidden, like poison, so become the useful successor and victor, not the lonely victim.
By Limbani Nhlani7 years ago in Poets
It's Something
I can't quite place it, but there's something about the place that's a bit out of place. maybe it's something in the air,
By Joel Añón7 years ago in Poets
The One Who Tried
Being evil doesn't make you powerful. He was grilling the ribs. They were glazed with BBQ sauce. But the rain came. I had to rush to save the ribs from the water.
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Poets
Lost
Lost It's the only thing I've felt for the last few years and now I have a clear path ahead of me and I still feel lost I don't know which way to go anymore
By Jane Smith7 years ago in Poets
Silence
It is silent tonight. Dead silent. Not the kind of silent that I usually experience, today it is truly... silent. I’m gonna tell you something.
By Seth Honda7 years ago in Poets
Admiration
If you were to see me from a distance Would you gaze at me lovingly... Longing to look in my eyes, hold my hand and touch my warm, smooth skin?
By Alana Brown7 years ago in Poets
Fade-In Away
The presence within, Keeps a silent whisper of wisdom hidden in my soul, Although it whispers the shattering of the night keep it heavily armed with nails and board,
By Jessie-the-Joker Jonesy7 years ago in Poets
Mason Jar
Throw me under water lock my shelf life up tight soap suds spin round & round if you haven’t guessed by now; i’m not going down without a fight
By Kendra Bennett7 years ago in Poets
Changes
She said come fly away with me, my arms open wide but yet not so sure, I had held so dearly the quietness in my soul, so still and silent for so many years, yet longing to let it out, to release it, for I have become one with this thing and it is time to let go she said.
By Laurie Ann7 years ago in Poets
Greasy Love
My guilty pleasure is gluttony Nothing makes me feel more free Than shoveling food into my face The burden of being a disgrace
By Rachel Jacobs7 years ago in Poets