Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Administering Characteristically, Reprehensibly ____________________________________________________ A/N: Solidarity. May those who oppress in the name of power find no shelter come winter.
By Matthew J. Fromm10 days ago in Poets
he’s going through rough Trauma as the boat’s hole fill With water so deep.
By Melissa Ingoldsby10 days ago in Poets
We are all the same beneath the shadow of a bird’s wing. Grounded to various acidic levels of Earthen soil, we are all characters in the songs their words sing.
By Kale Sinclair10 days ago in Poets
Challenge Announcement: Must present the moment now. I click to submit.
By Amos Glade10 days ago in Poets
I've eaten "Ice-cream" before - AMEN! I've eaten "Ice-scream" before - AMEN! Sometimes it's weird learning how to spell! At first I've learnt that scream is a shout!
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets
Hello leaf, soulless and free. How on earth did you find all of this solace in me? From where have you come?
Some of us ladies, aren't great at this thing here; so I'll just tell you what I've been thinking, HERE! Valentines day, 1998 - he said he had a "GIRLFFRIEND".
By 365poetry11 days ago in Poets
I'm not really into politics But I know politics is really into me Into you and everyone I pass in the street It's in the places where I buy my groceries
By Cadma11 days ago in Poets
He Was Everywhere And Music Played Every Time we Locked Eyes… For A Second I Thought, He didn’t Want Me, And It Baffled My Heart…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)11 days ago in Poets
V * R... Your spirit, Your beauty, Your purpose, Your light, Your dark... Through YOU, arose a new ME You and I are so aligned,
By Ruhani Khadijah11 days ago in Poets
Branch-less trees sway in dead gales on the pursed lips of fanged cliffs. Conscious yet breathless sentinels guarding the dark trails of lead veils and red glyphs.
By Kale Sinclair11 days ago in Poets
My morning coffee Serenaded by Robins A cup’s worth of peace ————————————————————— A/N: Inspired by my last morning on my deck before the winds of winter whipped.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Poets
