art

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

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Only time you need something That’s the time I get a call…. But you do not keep In touch Physically man took a fall…. Ghosting me Is what you do
By Haychie_Artistabout a month ago in Poets
Sporadically Vertical
Flesh skin bare Visible tear Fracture hair Line call stage — Left in the dark Shadows dance Around me Remind me
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
Lessons from Taylor Swift
I threw a snowball at Taylor Swift. She ducked, I knocked over a 2-foot windmill. Shattering it into a million pieces in front of the boy of my dreams.
By Natasha Collazoabout a month ago in Poets
Spa Day at Outstages Cafe Spa
My work is an exploration of the "ambiguous place between reality and illusion," where digital environments and organic textures merge to create a new, hybrid form of storytelling. I operate at the intersection of technology and tradition, using modern digital tools to amplify the "ancestral echoes" of those who came before me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
🌊 Where Love Gently Waits
Love did not chase them. It stood still, like water learning the shape of shore. They arrived carrying quiet damage—
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Poets
Artist Deserves the Reward
I always used art as my therapy, as my uniqueness and self-expression, never a tool for profit. But when opportunity came,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Floating Heart
My heart floats outside my body Somewhere in the ether Wandering Drifting through the world Scarred and battered Torn and tattered
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Rather
I’d rather be alone Than with misery I won’t miss you But you might miss me That’s not my problem You made the bed
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
NOTICE OF CONTINUED OPERATIONAL STATUS — UNITED STATES FEDERAL POLICY
This document hereby declares that enforcement actions of Department of Homeland Security remain in effect. All relevant agencies are instructed
By Cadmaabout a month ago in Poets
🌙 The Love That Learned to Stay Soft
🌙 The Love That Learned to Stay Soft They didn’t meet at the right time. They met at a gentle one. Life had already shaped them—
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Poets
Sitting Portrait
Happenchance the lightening and circumstances perfect. What to capture first? Vibrance of a life well lived. Dark streaming hair and snapping brown eyes.
By Anita Dottsabout a month ago in Poets
My cup
"In the warmth of a shared cup, friendship finds its truest flavor; where coffee awakens the senses, and a soulmate awakens the heart."
By Mo,Ghandourabout a month ago in Poets