Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Bird The bird waits on the branch without hurry, light enough not to bend the wood beneath it. Its body is small, but certain of itself,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Poets
Hot, cold, 2 faces, 1 call A big light in the white A great storm at the sun Delicate is the touch Of a burned flower in the snow.
By Jorge Burbano2 months ago in Poets
I'm getting tired of repeating the same problem over my time on this Earth!? Where did I ever tell you that is what I wanted - I'm not crazy!
By 365poetry2 months ago in Poets
The Tree Still Knows My Name The tree stands wide with stories in its arms, roots holding hours the earth refused to lose.
Embraced the solitary contentment of a summer day in autumn, Walking drunk with the wrong length of pants and a decreased dose of meds.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 2 months ago in Poets
Eat The table is ready Sit down And dine Stuff your face Ignore the growing chatter Silence your mind And devour
By J "Griffin" Rooms2 months ago in Poets
The potency of greatness is concentrated by your ability to bind soul to action. By activating your body’s raw ingredients,
By Kale Sinclair2 months ago in Poets
In the bowels of history I defame, therefore you are. _ The footnotes and appendices, as the pages turn and cities are born,
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
One day, I had been walking - and this is a true story! A business establishment - I thought, why don't I just spend some time!
Groaning plinks Crackling slink Into glass The cutter sinks 🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃 Pop Apart Line up In order Each piece Has a place
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
I am in War mode Confrontation my Drug of choice . Warrior not living in Rome masses But in obscure empire ledge Of sandals and sand
By Diana2 months ago in Poets
When all is said and done empathy remains the supreme human virtue. Not an iota of doubt when we feel it, practice it,
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
