Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A man sits outside my window A glossy face with stone dead eyes He never really smiles and he never even smirks He’s always there while i lay to rest
By Sid l.c7 years ago in Poets
The ink flows on the pages, Words, Of every shape and size. They lay, Lined up in cornrows, Words of compassion, Mystery,
By Amatsi Writes7 years ago in Poets
Pain seems to be etched into my skin. Bane of my existence. Carved like ancient readings, ingrained in my soul.. Braille to you.
By KIRA 7 years ago in Poets
Misunderstanding, too easily being misunderstood. All from a fling. A fling with a wild thing, from a feeling. Because of the situation though it was all but just a seeming, to a heart impaled situation.
By Kennee Marie7 years ago in Poets
Slam there goes the door the troubles is shut away and the break held in so insecurely Hoping not to let the tear drop Shelter Shelter Shelter they all seek
By Abysola Hajaroh7 years ago in Poets
I would say looking at him you wouldn’t think twice. But that would be a lie. Because he radiates this ultra positive vibe.
By Teya Hooper7 years ago in Poets
This is my process of poetry, I guess it starts with me. Well with myself and a whiskey. It helps if I’m hurting, If I regret something,
By Lucy Perrin7 years ago in Poets
Loneliness is a killer. A killer that doesn’t secretly hide in the shadows but one that knocks on your door whenever you are home and then makes themselves comfortable when you unassumingly let them in.
By Monica Wright7 years ago in Poets
once a time when the coal tar burned the sole of my feet and the agonising pain reached the string of my heart searing my flesh leaving it a soot for the artist
I see the glamour of the moon masked by the beauty, gloriousness and innocence of the day. I see the invitation of fanfare as the rainbow stripes across the heavens
It’s easy to lure sailors in with a siren’s song it’s what I’ve always done it’s easy to reel them in with the Machiavellian melody of
By Deanna Dellia7 years ago in Poets
I just need you to see, Grasp my understanding of why. I just need you to feel, Crumble my understandings of why. I just need you.
