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

The Dangerous Mind of a Poet
Words cut deep, words take away- the pain, the sadness, the anger all those negative thoughts that sink in so deep into your soul
By Anthony Sol7 years ago in Poets
For Southwold Old
Two girls skipped in front of a moving car; As we cycled down the harbour my Youth fled with every push of the pedal. I finally found what I was looking for from here;
By Callum Foulds7 years ago in Poets
When Angels Call
Feathers fall from up above Bells tinkle with the sound of love Pennies drop right by your door And the air seems brighter than before
By Clare Spencer7 years ago in Poets
No Human Invention
Darkness consumes the room/ engulfed by the fumes/ morbid side of the moon/ an abyss/ drowning a soul in torment/ the raven crows at your doorsteps/
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
A Blissed Dream
School has begun. Work out room, 10 am. Jennifer and Lizzy are standing beside me. Despite her supposedly hating me in the real world, we make small talk and apparently are enjoying ourselves.
By Snookeronidjon7 years ago in Poets
Poison
She was young and innocent, Excited for the next step in her life. High school. It’s a new building, new surroundings,
By Teya Hooper7 years ago in Poets
Drawing Noses
It always hurts when I draw a nose, not because of the nose but because of what i know, what i now know. For what I know about playing drums, and drawing noses is you never wanted to teach me those. You never wanted to teach me to play drums, never wanting to help mold me into who I would become. You didn't want to tuck me in at night, or be around when it isn't vacation time. You didn't want to teach me anything outside of the church, and even inside you taught the devils works.
By Incipient Poet7 years ago in Poets
Crossing Over
The voice in the shadows, so lucid left open to attention, mythically translucent the firm gaze, loosely rose in amusement
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Will Tomorrow Ever Come
Will Tomorrow Ever Come Well you're up there I'm down here, and It's not fair I want to be where gravity Keeps us high off our feet
By Devin Mitchell7 years ago in Poets
I Wish in Color
Blue playground days Family skies purple Heart chuckie Alabama black Bikini Hispanic chick sits quietly On a grey day wearing Bahamas red Pink airplanes flies faraway eating Leona’s kickass garlic bread. Flint drives White cutlass wearing Royal gold in Paris, Downtown girl stands by a green pole.
By Ashley Beeman7 years ago in Poets
What Is Life? (Rap)
V1: And my feelings keep on running. Punching a hole in a wall from these thoughts racing then walk off unseen. Try to hold up my tears but they drip down quicker, needing a reliant somebody, one always there and pull my long-length hair as my lips quiver, feeling like there's nobody..
By RubyMabel Constellation7 years ago in Poets
What Am I?
What Am I? I come in different colors I am misunderstood I have a myth about me I am most of what shelters are full of People misuse me
By Lacy Bortz7 years ago in Poets