art

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

Before Eve Was Obedient
Before the rib was broken twice, before the apple found its teeth, there was a garden full of questions and a Father tired of praise.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Poets
The Man Who Lit His Own Eyes
The Man Who Lit His Own Eyes His hair rises like a storm that never found sky, White and furious with unfinished thoughts,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
Cartography of Quiet
I. I trace the outline of my mornings on the fogged windowpane, fingerpaths that never reach the glass but remember the shape of light.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Poets
Walking Soup
I scoop my soup But nothing stays in I scoop and scoop But I just hear the bloop, bloop Of it leaking out my sides I don’t know where they are
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
It´s all pretend!
Hour by hour, living by all the rush. Everyone is busy, with something at that time. ... Hour by hour, someone is doing the thing.
By Lucripaabout a month ago in Poets
I Am Me
I am me. I am exactly as I appear to have been drawn. If you don't like, it, please go ahead and move on. I don't wish to be anyone's pawn.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a month ago in Poets
What's Normal?
The inner child exists deep inside Just look at a person closely and you will see behind The experienced societal beliefs and behaviored conformity
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Still
Soft blankets of silence slowly covers the town A needed break from the constant crowd A moment to think and hide inside
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Reaching Out
It's that hesitation upon looking into the eyes of innocence before possible trauma Even though the person is an adult doesn't mean it is all drama
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
I don't make the rules. Top Story - February 2026.
Starry nights and Sunflower fields adorn The walls of Vlorë On a winter's morning When all flowers still hide From the cold
By Roderick Makimabout a month ago in Poets
Nature
a lot of life knows only to envenom past its own means of end
By Franky Carter Appleseedabout a month ago in Poets
#RAMADANFLOW
Keep repenting that’s the motive Thirty days like while It lasts…. If sins are bad just like corrosive Can redeem Itself with fast….
By Haychie_Artistabout a month ago in Poets