art

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

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
The power
"True human power lies in the unshakeable certainty of faith and the quiet resilience of patience. It is an internal fortress that remains standing when the world outside falters. For the heart anchored in God is a force that no storm can ever break."
By Mo,Ghandourabout a month ago in Poets
Talking to the Lines That Made Me
I speak to you the way one speaks to a mirror that remembers more than the face. You were born from my shaking hands, from nights where silence sat beside me
By Jhon smithabout a month ago in Poets
Where Love Learns to Rest
🌫 Where Love Learns to Rest Love did not ask for permission. It did not rush the door or claim the future. It arrived quietly,
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Poets
The Winding Road
She sat in the front seat as the darkness took hold Faster and faster the car sped forward Her hand on the wheel and the other on the side
By Gardenia Roseabout a month ago in Poets
We Are Family
Announcement! Announcement! Your father has arrived! A belt in his hand, he flicks it to the door, OPEN UP, young one, come sit outside!
By Gardenia Roseabout a month ago in Poets
LIFE'S BLOOD
busted and shredded life's red blood slowly flowing like a dying stream
By Len Shermanabout a month ago in Poets