Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
When I see your face I can’t help but fill up with pain. My pain is measured in anger, And washed away by the rain. I try my best to forget the past,
By Jessa Mae8 years ago in Poets
She could be anything, She is beautiful, the art is captivating, Truly breathtaking, Like she is a strong fighter, the blood that's on her, maybe a vampire.
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
I am from manikins from shoes and plaid t-shirts I am from the sky above the world (White, clouds It tastes like candy).
By Sheija Binshaban8 years ago in Poets
you blossom and I am flushed, flustered in lust utterly taken with your breath and bias for sunlight. over the years I’ve watched you grow towards the beams
By THE ALYH8 years ago in Poets
Contemplating roads to be taken, the mind races within; The jot of a pen, stitching together alternate ends; Law of attraction, imagine my conscience working as magnets;
By Benjamin Small8 years ago in Poets
This poem is by www.mardi.ca. Sculpted Poetry Mistress... Tigress... Sitting here upon my breast Muscles coiled and tail a switching
By Mardi Coeur de Lion8 years ago in Poets
It was by accident.... You crossed my path one day, Approached me by surprise... At first I thought that you were lost, But in fact it was I...
By Kimberly Bush8 years ago in Poets
You make me happy You make me cry When I'm with you all I can do is fly I have been with you for eleven years And lately you have been putting me in tears
By PollyAnne LeBlanc8 years ago in Poets
It's not lost it's simply seeking you out to be found. Remember you must not go looking for you will not find it on the ground.
By Soul Feel8 years ago in Poets
General Note: I wrote this in celebration of the 50th anniversary of "Doctor Who" a few years ago and am aware of the Doctor becoming a woman. I'm just really proud of this poem and wanted to share it.
By Stephanie Turner8 years ago in Poets
Somewhere close to Octavian, but closer to Caesar Somewhere close to showers, but closer to flowers Seasons change and spring soon becomes summer
By J J8 years ago in Poets
1, 2, 3, defendants with no marks And 1, 2 witnesses with "serious harm" An assault case, involving alcohol You do the math
By Scarlett Vereker8 years ago in Poets
