art

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

Soul Visual
A jungle mind With lots of vines Ropes that swing and a bird that twittles a tune ~ Art is my soul on a paper a page that you can flip to anytime
By Tanya Lei2 months ago in Poets
Salt, Not Sugar
He did not call us to be sugar on the tongue, To melt into the moment, To sweeten every room until truth dissolved. Sugar wins smiles,
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
Bones
Grinding my teeth up like bones saved to make fire. The spark — the beginning of the telling of this generation’s evocations.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 2 months ago in Poets
Decisions That Make Us
People swear change arrives in January, wrapped in fresh calendars and clean promises, in vision boards pinned with borrowed dreams,
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
(* Iblis *)
It feels like, living in a nightmare. Possessed by these four walls, looking to the skies. ... Been the master of illusion
By Lucripa2 months ago in Poets
The Point of No Return
This message goes out to whom it may concern Here in my vast traveling sojourn A witness to humanities burn Inches closer to the event horizon
By Amos Glade2 months ago in Poets
Happy New Year. AI-Generated.
As the clock unfolds a brand-new year, May your heart awaken, joyful and clear. From emotions.market we send this cheer— For days of wonder and dreams sincere.
By Chris White2 months ago in Poets
Memories
Happy New Year everyone! Here's one of the older poems from my repository talking about memories-Enjoy! 8 May 2022, Late morning
By Cyrus2 months ago in Poets
Art, My Raft
Art is my small raft in the chaos of daily life giving me succor. More stories on art:
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
Art Dispels Chaos
a few strokes of brush creates an enchanting tree untangles chaos.
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
What Looms Ahead in 2026. Content Warning.
What Looms Ahead in 2026 A Threshold Walked with Fragile Bones and Fierce Clarity New Year’s Eve 2025 is on the way to 2026. Whatever looms ahead is for the future to reveal, and we will meet it through dreams, brainstorming, and creating. We keep creating and sending messages of truth.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Held, Then Released. AI-Generated.
Mara didn’t realize how tired she was until she stopped moving. She stood at the top of the ladder, paint roller heavy in her hand, staring at the unfinished stretch of siding in front of her. The color was meant to be calming, something between blue and gray, but up close it felt uncertain, like it hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet. The sun pressed warm against the house, and for the first time all day, Mara felt the weight of everything she’d been carrying settle into her chest.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Poets