Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
My deep features, all the way down to my 4C hair, I stand strong and come ready to prepare, Myself for the good and bad, All the things that make me glad, to be black.
By Hennesse West7 years ago in Poets
Tension descends, the more time passes. Imprinted is our standing. Our class. Systemic undercurrents of a world blind to the truth.
By Mr. Tibbz7 years ago in Poets
How did we get to this place we said we wouldn’t? To this place we surely knew we shouldn’t. Eerie and damp is the boneyard of dreams.
By Ahsif Khair Mohammad7 years ago in Poets
The capacity to think is not a gift. It does not come from the unknowable and the unknown. To reason is to lift The mind to places of glory for the young and the grown.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
If you need ever find me In his eyes you must search, deeply For it's there I reside Swimming in pools of turquoise, inside
By Medusa Poems7 years ago in Poets
There, a melody flew ever so elegantly in the air like the wind of sound. Its silky tones entered my virginal ears that were never penetrated by this musical genre before.
By Melina Giorgalletou7 years ago in Poets
Listen... Can you hear the silence? The girl who wishes she could remember that sound But now all she can hear is the chaos in her mind,
By Emma Rose7 years ago in Poets
Everlasting. Concepts of my mind fill the sky. Admiration holds onto my heart so tightly. It’s an unimaginable talent, really.
By Sid l.c7 years ago in Poets
In a time, in a place; far from home and space, a beautiful angel observes, records and guides: To ward man from the abyss of lies. Many souls she leads to light; though the creatures of the dark gnash and fight.
By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
Feeling a growing darkness within my heart, civil conflict, a war of eternity, devastation manifesting internally, watching as the world revolving slow, as time devours my soul,
By Kingz Creations7 years ago in Poets
Your mind makes use of every hour Like learning to use a new super power. Retrieving my sanity in the shower, It felt like being reborn.
By K. M. Strong7 years ago in Poets
Ravers unite with love and delight We dance and we trip and we live to excite! Savor the flavor of a raver in flight Our energy thrives like the wind to a kite.
