art

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

LIFE'S BLOOD
busted and shredded life's red blood slowly flowing like a dying stream
By Len Shermanabout a month ago in Poets
To Theo
What a feat to find someone who doesn’t hide in letters and yellow air. I crouched under time and pity, I found you
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about a month ago in Poets
How to feel nothing
Buy Silent Bites here. ——— How to feel nothing Step one: Let yourself fall madly in love with the wrong person. Step two: Fuck the instructions listen to me
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Poets
strong and irreversible. Content Warning.
architecture between the mob and liminal control was the lie and the cross someone said it was good once upon a time the intention looked like the best
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
Seen the cloudS
Will God, angels and mysterious beings That this things exist? After all humans die, will we meet them? ... The justice day,
By Lucripaabout a month ago in Poets
Eternal Stones
In the cradle of the Nile, where the river hums, And reeds bend to the rhythm of ancient drums, Men carved dreams from stone, unyielding, tall,
By Jhon smithabout a month ago in Poets
Blue Eyes
glistening blue eyes suck me deep into their depths a quicksand of lust
By Len Shermanabout a month ago in Poets
🌙 The Way Love Speaks in Silence
Love did not arrive loudly. It did not knock, or call ahead, or announce itself with certainty. It came the way dusk does—
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Poets
Cold Fire Sky
A stunning innervision inversion revelation Majesty of all multilimbed companions Stretched out, crooked fingers reach
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
A PSA For Future Generations
I can’t explain why But we told ourselves a big lie We told ourselves we had defeated fascism But there was a schism In the streets we shouted their defeat
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
he wanted me. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
he wanted me to need him instead of being real and confident. he wanted me to question everything instead of be deliberate and make my dreams come true.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
1%
One percent more than yesterday, A quiet promise made at dawn, No thunder in the effort shown, Yet change begins and fear is gone.
By John Smithabout a month ago in Poets