art

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

Sacrificing Me for You
To desire another’s love is quite an art. However, such an art can be very hideous; when that desired lover turns out to be the toxic poison your system yearns for
By WiseWhale_2124 days ago in Poets
Hollywood Night Walk 1970s
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 24 days ago in Poets
🌤 The Love That Stayed After the Storm
🌤 The Love That Stayed After the Storm They met after the hardest parts of their lives had already passed. Not because the storms were over—
By Zidane24 days ago in Poets
Pentagrammar. Content Warning.
Johnny-come-lately Seven days in the seventh sign; Tracy Cancer moon; feel a little bit crazy Hierophant like an elephant; know my memory’s not hazy
By Conjury25 days ago in Poets
The Day the Internet Went Silent
The Day the Internet Went Silent No alert woke the world that morning. No buzz. No chime. No vibration crawling across nightstands like an anxious insect.
By Imran Ali Shah25 days ago in Poets
Odyssey
Gratefull I learned, I found, I gained Heavy gold weight Pound per pound How much I could back carry. Oh, the words Hidd in my silence
By Diana25 days ago in Poets
🍃 The Love That Felt Like Coming Home
🍃 The Love That Felt Like Coming Home They didn’t recognize it at first. Love rarely announces itself. It arrives quietly,
By Zidane25 days ago in Poets
ROMULUS
Romulus (inspired by) Oh poor little powerful Black Romeo where is your Remus didn't you suck the same breast fed by hunger
By Diana25 days ago in Poets
🌧 The Love That Learned How to Wait
They met during a season when neither of them was looking. Life had already taught them enough lessons, and they were content pretending they had learned them all.
By Zidane25 days ago in Poets
The Slow Dance
"The Slow Dance" is an immersive exploration of a singular, stolen moment within the Blue Velvet Candlelight Club. Set against the gritty, neon-soaked backdrop of 1970s Los Angeles, the piece captures the "ancient and gentle" recognition between two souls before a single word is spoken.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 25 days ago in Poets
Dark Desires and Thoughts
You won’t find love here, Only death. Was it love that I was looking for? Or was it the raging gnawing sensations Of just wanting my sex crazed body to be owned by you?
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️25 days ago in Poets
"Intimidation" - The Best Way To Describe "MY - self", you can ask any person OUTSIDE!
Here IS a list of all the POSITIVES I have - for a relationship lasting "49 years"! I yell - positive! I cook - positive!
By 365poetry26 days ago in Poets