Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Perfection Something we all strive for Something we all know that will never happen Perfection has many meanings Depending who you are
By Ashley Lee7 years ago in Poets
It started with a glance at an innocuous name tag across a crowded college classroom. Your name, Alex (in chicken scratch), stuck in my mind as you flashed a golden smile.
By Kathryn Parker7 years ago in Poets
My biography is infecting my biology What’s installed in me is appalling me I need to break free from these human tendencies
By p wave Swingle7 years ago in Poets
The bus riding the phone sliding wish i could take the N49 and let karma hit me just to hear more babies crying with their heads lying
By Kris Janvier7 years ago in Poets
When I was younger, My best friends and I would have sleep overs. We use to go on four wheelers when it was snowing and go crazy
By Deanna Kump7 years ago in Poets
Some people say i'm quiet, too quiet it makes them uncomfortable, that i should speak my mind more and let my words roll freely off my tongue,
By cheyenne 7 years ago in Poets
My deep features, all the way down to my 4C hair, I stand strong and come ready to prepare, Myself for the good and bad, All the things that make me glad, to be black.
By Hennesse West7 years ago in Poets
Tension descends, the more time passes. Imprinted is our standing. Our class. Systemic undercurrents of a world blind to the truth.
By Mr. Tibbz7 years ago in Poets
How did we get to this place we said we wouldn’t? To this place we surely knew we shouldn’t. Eerie and damp is the boneyard of dreams.
By Ahsif Khair Mohammad7 years ago in Poets
The capacity to think is not a gift. It does not come from the unknowable and the unknown. To reason is to lift The mind to places of glory for the young and the grown.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
If you need ever find me In his eyes you must search, deeply For it's there I reside Swimming in pools of turquoise, inside
By Medusa Poems7 years ago in Poets
There, a melody flew ever so elegantly in the air like the wind of sound. Its silky tones entered my virginal ears that were never penetrated by this musical genre before.
By Melina Giorgalletou7 years ago in Poets
