art

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

Run by Crooks
The strangest thing, the society I have ventured to, on my travels. For this society has unjust laws. There is a crime class where there should not be. The quality of life is woeful. The problems are solvable. The people live in fear - there are no happy people here. They go missing, unsolved mysteries and murders no one talks about.
By Karl McBeath2 months ago in Poets
Love in War
When I slam the door. I am proud to love you dear. When I hit the trench.
By Karl McBeath2 months ago in Poets
People Stare at Me
This is about control over my body. People stare at me. They stare at my eyes first. They notice that they are white and unfocused.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Poets
Paddington Visits Wales
Paddington Visits Wales Paddington stepped down from the train at Cardiff in the rain, His little red hat tilted bravely against the wind,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Poets
Every Night I Am Awake - Why Would I Be Asleep !?
Who named him Romeo !? I would think every person on the planet knows Juliet !? But why would we name people "Romeo" - like I'm not sure ever person understands the problem !?
By 365poetry2 months ago in Poets
Inspiration
Inspiration can be a double edged sword, a comforting companion to an absent acquaintance. - It can be a tidal wave of promising passion,
By Alexander Stoddart2 months ago in Poets
P R O P H E C Y
Daily renewal of the soul by virtue of self-love will shed the odium from your vitality. Respect your body through the medium of devotion,
By Kale Sinclair2 months ago in Poets
not ready for my close up
hair covering face close up of nostril and pores random pic on phone
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Dread
her laced lips try to make up a new story that tell truth with hanging shadows of altered past Her love was like a new dip in a fresh sea of light
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago in Poets
Abuse
he grips my coffee Eyes swallow me like a swarm Brewed hate pours on me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago in Poets
Derailing Mock Ambition
Peaceful Apprehension There was a time when I wondered when the chaos would end I didn’t want all out drama to be my only friend
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue2 months ago in Poets
Era of Dark Fulfillment
Perhaps if I touched you, passed my plague directly to you like leprosy, you'd understand Maybe if I breathed on you, exhaled my airborne bacterial or viral like 2020, you'd comprehend
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets