Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I think he's depressed He must be obsessed So how can it help Try strumming it out Waves of stringed thunder Can solve his cashing hunger.
By Jonathan Clewlow8 years ago in Poets
The beige sunlight peeks its eyes from the horizon of the Bay Area's waters And it spots a brunette girl, walking, Beat, by beat, by beat.
By John-Andrew Zacharakis8 years ago in Poets
The beauty belies the suffering, the sharp creases are formed with shaking fingers, the planes of the delicate wings are smoothed,
By Amanda Frazier8 years ago in Poets
Sentimental candyfloss, lingerie and bows. Pink. Shimmering ribbon and lips. 'You are mine'. And now - What lecherous magic,
By Shaun Sundance Yates .8 years ago in Poets
She pounded her baby fists Powerfully Against the threshold – Key hung like noose in pocket. She banged so loudly that
By Allie O.8 years ago in Poets
Hi to all the people that live in a deep world. The ones that may feel a little neurotic. We wander and wonder our heads swirl.
By Garrett Jair Lang8 years ago in Poets
The Fight I pray I retain the fight, I know despair, I know emptiness, I want the fight! I have sighed away too many dares, I have ran from many duels, I want the fight!
By David Ziherambere8 years ago in Poets
In a cave, that opened on the side of a hill Is a legend that's spoken of many times still Of a beastie with wings that built up its nest
By Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOET9 years ago in Poets
Romance in the Sun Truths Encountered What belies the heart belies the mind What truths we seek we seek for justice Not glory, never glory
By Chas C. Smith9 years ago in Poets
It all began at the age of 12 To a descent of madness, his life would delve Into a loathing panic of hate and fear To shun and lose all he holds dear
By Steven B9 years ago in Poets
I wish to speak in ellipsis and asterisk Dots and dashes Etcetera to thought crashes That trickled from the words of this mouth
By Heather Climer9 years ago in Poets
I have somehow drunk of that heady drink of modern consumption viscous with fear and am now tipsy with anxiety ridden platitudes
By Mardi Coeur de Lion9 years ago in Poets
