Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The board came as simple packaging in a utensils box. For me, everything is art surface. I love the of Japanese sumi-e
By Seema Patel9 days ago in Poets
So I woke up today and thought - why am I sad !? I woke asking myself - why am I depressed, walking around with a "10 month" OLD child in MY stomache !!
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets
I broke Mother Tree Her Blood drips down Adam’s leaves Roots sleep to dream death.
By Melissa Ingoldsby10 days ago in Poets
Midnight releases Reflections and melodies. Sit with the hearts splayed.
By Jada Ferguson10 days ago in Poets
Morning mirror shines, A face I will know too well Looks back silently.
By Angel Adagio10 days ago in Poets
The moon leans low on silver beams, Unraveling the quiet of our dreams. Stars like whispers, soft and slight, Carry the secrets of the night.
By Eliani Suarez10 days ago in Poets
On a morning without the wail of alarms, The sun spreads across a hushed horizon. No imprints left by columns on the march,
I like this sweet... I like this sweet because it is "sweety" !? I like this sweety because it is sweet and sweetified I like this sweet, because it is sweetified, it really is !?
I want you to report "MY" crimes !? I want you to report all the crimes that I have committed, and I want to know who will help me !?
"In 1983, they didn't just change the laws; they changed what it meant to be human. They reclassified the elders and the 'obsolete' as managed expenses—units to be monitored until they expired.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 days ago in Poets
Phone screen lights at dawn breaking banners crawl slowly coffee cools beside
By Cadma11 days ago in Poets
Rapid thoughts circulate through the brain, as if we are the people of this generation .. We are the ideal factor of the knowledge we have known, and yet more stories are left to be told ..
By 365poetry11 days ago in Poets
