Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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
The Star Man From A Realm He did not arrive with noise or warning, He simply appeared where thoughts grow thin. As if the air had learned a new expression,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Where Silence Learns to Breathe Beneath the ribs of stone and sleeping clay A gentle current hums in quiet veins Roots whisper truths the mountains never say
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Poets
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well You were not sent fire, or thunder, or fear, only a steady face that does not flinch.
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
holy perfection infinitive infinite by dialectics cut * Inspired by Petar Bosnić Petrus: Thesis-Antithesis-Synthesis-Epithesis dialectics *
By Dianaabout a month ago in Poets
The breeze comes softly, Like a thought you didn’t invite, Yet somehow needed. It slips between moments, Brushing past worries,
By Freyaabout a month ago in Poets
This is not a place of hope. This fool’s gold gilded cage This derelict soundstage from a bygone golden age. No canopy of supportive palms
By Chris Zabout a month ago in Poets
January 9th, 2026! ~Dog life & People I like!~ I like People Who drive cars In their pajama's, People who bring me Their dogs
By Jennifer Cooleyabout a month ago in Poets
Oh indeed I paid, mercy passed me by, truth took my all, not but just
Daisy: Not a single pixelized star pull me from you. Spam bots and digitized currency, Low brow, pocket change and rhetoric compliments.
By House September about a month ago in Poets
