Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The aromatics, which fill your home intrigue your friends When green onion, garlic, and ginger start to form Your patina, of which construction never ends
By Wesley Hopkins8 years ago in Poets
After all these years, you finally obtained what you were searching for. The firstborn child of parents to be. Thinking the child would be safer in your hands rather than theirs.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
A hard working man my grandfather was. There was nothing he wouldn’t do, From fixing a flat tire to folding the exhausting piles laundry
By Charles Iwinski8 years ago in Poets
turn around again but now you watch what we get to keep on. the girl is running out. the rocky shoreline, and stop what we thieve thieve
By Zeke Elliott8 years ago in Poets
it's amazing how one simple thing, a song, a picture, a noise, can so easily snap you back in time, back to that one place
By Emma Lynn8 years ago in Poets
Lost souls and old ways I see the world in different ways My hearts cold but I know I'm changed So how the hell do I feel the same
By Scott Jackson8 years ago in Poets
Blackalicious has inspired me I answer anonymous afflictions with affection bleeding the beasts built on bedrocks of basic badness
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
She was wild like the flowers Poking out from the sidewalk, Brave enough to stand apart And grow where she felt rooted However-
You move like the words I wish I could write Better than the best of dreams I don't have a religion but if I did it would be your eyes
By Cassie Andrade8 years ago in Poets
Lonely on a bus to the shore Feelings are expensive The day’s not done but I minus well be… I breathe into this deep space inside my chest
By Mish Graham8 years ago in Poets
Tell me, Do I cross your mind at night When you lay beneath the stars I think we'd be a force untamed And one that takes us far
Blood red sun lights up the sky, The birds are free to sing and fly, The towering trees create a skyline, There's no recollection of wasted time,
By Hailly Leona8 years ago in Poets
