Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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By b g9 years ago in Poets
Technician number 75 Carries two week old yogurt In his hands blackened with oil Back to his station he goes Eating spoonfuls of near rancid
By Malex Wolfe9 years ago in Poets
falling in love at a used bookstore it’s everything that remains unwritten the spaces in between words an inkless infatuation
Inside you there's magic A gift within A place where your light shines The place to begin It may be a voice That longs to be heard
By Leanne Conner9 years ago in Poets
I've got demons inside of me, Maybe even the devil in disguise My heart is now black, the bad thoughts sincere I ask, but, pity I receive
By Tori M9 years ago in Poets
Nowadays I walk on floors that are my own. I've been to the past and I've seen my future and I've slept in a shallow grave.
By Amanda Fish9 years ago in Poets
Some guys are addicted to smoking Am addicted to thinking Some guys are even addicted to drinking Am addicted to continue thinking
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
The pain I feel, It's all too real. Numb inside, My head is spinning, Not knowing which way to go, Who to turn to, How to trust.
By Ilana Weiss9 years ago in Poets
Have you ever imagined what illustrates our thoughts, our sudden burst of colors, things we’ve never seen, places we’ve never been
By André dos Santos9 years ago in Poets
Dark whirling winds violently crashing, Souls twirling, wound and smashing, Against the blackened sense of self, And the macabre crush of defeat,
By Daniel Mapanao9 years ago in Poets
After we had a terrible storm, I was amazed by how breathtakingly beautiful the sky looked, Like it was on fire, flames combusted and engulfed the world,
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
I am invisible, In plain sight, I am less than you think, and more than you know, I am a divine mystery, A clue to the next riddle,
By David Tabaka9 years ago in Poets
