Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Sometimes our imagination runs wild when we don't know the fun of life ! The danger that lies in front of us - beside us or in the world that nothing can stop us !?
By 365poetryabout 6 hours ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
By 365poetryabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Aibunawa Along came a spider called Freedom Dark and immaculate It spun a sky from nothing And named it Possibility
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Sorry that you’re going through World can see they’re bombing too As a human we can see…. They the ones that started boo
By Haychie_Artistabout 24 hours ago in Poets
I am NOT alive, why do assume I am !? I am not well, why do you assume I am !? I am nothing, why do you keep assuming I am something !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Sit down an write, they say as though I can conjure up a life for them that is better than their reality, and maybe I can.
By Angel Adagioa day ago in Poets
Look at this image right here - woah, like woah !? Look at this image right here, I just cannot go to "Sunday's" corner without the hope of repentance....
sakura blooming people gather to partake ephemeral show. Notw: Cherry flower (sakura) viewing is cultural practice in in Japan. It's called hanami.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
Nearer My God To Thee The sea was quiet before the wound, A black stretch holding its breath, Steel confidence cut through the dark,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
What kind of love do you speak of? When words are only shadows, When the heart is closed, and the soul runs from the light
By A.Petrovski2 days ago in Poets
Been on fire, it burns, it hurts . Flares of pain, to brand the skin. There Is worse pain, I choose to forgive Be on my own, so now I can live
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbell2 days ago in Poets
