Nostalgic I am and art comes to my rescue. I cannot bring back time but I can relive moments by my paintings.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
I pray she would choose her own good, not rebellion. Let her see the countless miracles that swirled around her, as fall leaves,
By Rowan Finley a day ago in Poets
purple veils seductively strewn over every cross in town, like Mardi Gras did a striptease home from Bourbon Street, earning those beads the hard way,
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
We are all here to write For some it is a delight Hopefully, nothing is done out of spite Because we all want lots of likes
By Christopher Bearda day ago in Poets
The Last Account of Nelly Dean They speak her name now in quiet rooms. Not with love, not with anger, but with a careful tone.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
The Night Before the Rope The corridor settles into silence. Iron doors closed, the sound of keys long gone. He sits on the narrow bed and watches the lantern light
As light breaks the rule of the night and the quiet reconvenes until the cycle completes once more, we rise. Malaise denotes the theme of the day of the life we find ourselves no longer a passenger in.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
I may not be making a lot of sense these days...as you can clearly See in my depiction of a maniacal grin...confusion is exuding from the crazed state of my inner core and sanctum.
By Novel Allena day ago in Poets
light is heavy shadows illuminate sweetness acrid bitterness bliss excruciating ecstasy devilish delight wicked wanting
Sometimes doubt slithers in, venomous as a rattler in tall grass, hissing that I’m too much and somehow still not enough.
By Tina D. Lopeza day ago in Poets
Fuck a god who only comes twice. Give me a goddess, a real one who rises every spring, looking forward, always, to going down
When does a secret crush become Dangerous ? Can crushing be invasive? Sexuality sabotaged into someone else’s Fantasy
