Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
As if our entire journey Was obliterated, to you An era gone to waste. Memories displayed, tagged With yard sale prices.
By Amelia Davis9 years ago in Poets
1.) They say to me, whenever I get an attitude, that I'm being racist because I'm white and they're black. 2.)And I have to pause because this rubberneck is about to be one of those crunchy slimes you see on YouTube.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Poets
She lucidly drifts through malevolent dreams, beholding her death and conception She edifies Bai Ze and Baku She conquers Gawl Nulim and severs his head
By Jo Dowling9 years ago in Poets
Dawn dreams of simple pleasures The dew drops frosted upon the grass right in between your toes And then when it snows and gets much too cold
By Ethan Stiles9 years ago in Poets
A son of man No; son of sam Transforming all strife On a journey through life Softly, seeking some meaning Searching and Keening
Her response imprinted on my memory: A quick oh no face followed by "Just don't bring down the room..." I had just answered "poetry!" to the question posed: Are you performing anything at the open mic?
By Samie Jo Johnson9 years ago in Poets
There's a man sat upon a counter, staring into space. Look closely and you see an empty expression on his face. After the light is switched off and door locked, he'll begin to breathe.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
In the night, as you sleep. You may hear a rhythmic creek. But don't get up for heaven's sake. You don't understand the trouble you'll make.
I'm always chasing the ultimate high A fix to entice of my own design Like demons creeping through the night To steal the shadows and hex the souls
By Lacey Burke9 years ago in Poets
You open your mouth to judge me Loading your words like Military grade rifles Taking aim at my insecurities And I know
By Dan-O9 years ago in Poets
Poems presented are by Megan Ashley. When The Sun Fades When the sun goes down and the night arrives And I see dark shadows when I close my eyes,
By Megan Goff9 years ago in Poets
I know what's making us distant, pain is that love is missing I guess at times I was tripping Overwhelmed from your bitching about me fucking with women,
By clarkspittah9 years ago in Poets
