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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Tasting The Air
Tasting The Air After tasting the air and saying hello Life turned its page with The Uncle Money Show Finally my chance to grab it by the horns Wrangle each day being cut by thorns Continue to keep on keeping on With each step lessons learned upon My whole being with scars and all Show my canvas after every fall Has risen every time, again and again Not staying down is the key to success. Yet my body and soul show the deepest pain From stitches and staples to road rash became Another day’s agend...
Army Veteran
I just signed out for my last day of active duty Now I have the tiring task of packing my house and traveling this long journey from the Midwest back to the South 15 hours really Now here I go there i...
Sheena Ann2 days ago
What to Do
Have you ever felt like you are all alone But you are in a crowded Room And it be full of life with so many different stories when all you feel is dead inside and you wish you could let go and be free...
The Forgotten
I was sitting back in the trenches all these years supporting you while I took the back seat to your success you called me stupid while I took it Knowing that one day I would rise like a Phoenix when ...
Sheena Ann2 days ago
That Smile
That beautiful smile that I have holds a terrible secret The Secret that is a complete lie it's a sad that the smiled used to not be fake I didn't have to pretend of who I am but in theory the tears r...
Jena Lassley3 days ago
Someday
Someday everything will be ok. Maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but someday. Someday when the grass is no longer brown and dead, when the sun returns again, when winter turns to spring. And your fri...
Pelagia Pais4 days ago
She Shows Herself
Bigger, she whispered to me. I am not small. She has been whispering herself into existence for some time. First I saw an artwork that caught my attention. Then I saw another unrelated artwork giving ...
Maria Ayala4 days ago
Morbid
You wish you still had a relationship with me. You wannabe Avril Levigne. Now I know what car you drive. Since you insisted on stalking me on December 29th, 2017. Yes I remember. I had a doctor's appo...
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Ankh Angel 4 days ago
The Cards We All Fear
Ah! Yes! The Big Three! Non-Tarot readers seem to suddenly know everything about tarot when they see these three They think that the Death card means they are going to die The Devil card has to do wit...
Rachel Anderson6 days ago
Poetry
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Rachel Anderson6 days ago
Poetry
Poem #1 You never know when it will happen to you. You never know who will do it to you. When it starts, you’re always unsure. It sticks in your mind for minutes, hours, days, weeks. A month could go ...
Nonnah Fain7 days ago
Glass
I want my art to be on billboards, in magazines, inside homes. I want my neighbors to feel like they could draw the art they see as their own. How many more paintings, sketches, drawings, sculptures d...
Khenede H7 days ago
Reflections
You reflected for me, the things I refused to see in Myself. You caused me pain, and I ran from it. Because it reminded me of something I was already carrying. You failed to care for me, in the same w...
Khenede H7 days ago
Homeland
You have stolen me from my Homeland. Enslaved me to your culture, your infertile land. You forsake the both of us, and all the others you chain here. But we are moving. Moving back to our Homeland. Ba...
The House on Poe Street (Detroit City 666)
Algorithm tree branches bear fruit Eat from the Apple First memory for iOS (“us”) So capitalism twisted like Cap on the Snapple Robot, Slav, corporate chattel Political smear, minute hate, we pay to C...
Limbani Nhlani7 days ago
Isolated Conditions
Love yourself and become your best friend, love can be given and hidden, like poison, so become the useful successor and victor, not the lonely victim. Love yourself and don't be ashamed of loving you...
Joel Añón8 days ago
It's Something
I can't quite place it, but there's something about the place that's a bit out of place. maybe it's something in the air, the way it's been recycled by a million lungs too tired to remember what their...
The Disembodied Highway
Road Parable: You will never outrun yourself. Loneliness is a parasite you invited in the night you left you heart along the highway as a roadside attraction. Moon serves as priestess, GPS, and protec...