Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
I stand at the threshold. Callous palm latched around the cold knob of a warm door. I press my wax-riddled ear to hear through the wooden core.
By Kale Sinclair4 days ago in Poets
When I dream You are forever young And even though reality insists You are gone You will live forever Within my broken heart
By Len Sherman4 days ago in Poets
The things that she's seen when she was barely sixteen From the moment she was taken From womb to cage A cry so loud
By Raine Fielder4 days ago in Poets
There are things you can want with your whole body and still never be chosen by. This is not a failure of language or posture
By Hannah Lambert4 days ago in Poets
First— remove your armor slowly. Do not rip it off. Grief startles easy. Hope does too. Unbuckle the lies you learned early:
If my soul were worthless, you would pass me by— no teeth bared, no roaring, no fire in your eyes. You don’t guard empty houses,
Am I a proper poet Or a proper prick Why can't I be both _ Okay so I don't rhyme Not much anyway But that's no crime _
By Paul Stewart4 days ago in Poets
I recall my favourite "croissant" - it had golden brown crusting, chocolate coating - donut filled cream! My mouth ached for the world in-between, and no I've never been a Queen!
I like you because your perfume smells nice... But it's not mine it's my uncle's, great grandfather - he purchased it from aunt melrose corner!
Over decades I've been trying to explain the same thing! One minute I'm loving the person, the next minute I'm arguing! I'm arguing over the tree, the face, and the hand!
