art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Fact vs illusion
Fact and illusion They are the same but ain't the same, they are different but they are the same " What started fake ain't get ever genuine"
Sofiane IllyahPublished 2 months ago in PoetsConch
I am layered in layers of laminated laden love, limply lingering beneath the landlocked clouds above. Peeling them back has proven to be painlessly painful,
Navigating the River of Me
“Beginning well is a momentary thing; finishing well is a lifelong thing.” Ravi Zacharias (1946–2020) I stand on the shoreline, before the 'River of Me.'
Dr. Marie GracePublished 2 months ago in PoetsIn the dark
Here are a few thoughts I had about the night sky. What do you think of the stars? Let me know in the comments below. Poem
Anthony TerryPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Big Green Hill
No static baby All clarity maybe 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 Bopping our heads in time to Sir Duke And you are so cute to boot 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFlamenco of Hearts
Her red Dress sways gracefully lapping her body as I twirl her into my arms. Flamenco garnishes our body language. Our eyes meet time and time again.
Armand SlayerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBeneath Winter's
Beneath winter's shroud, Crimson buds stir from their sleep, Nature's vibrant song.
Printique StudiosPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBook Review: Whispers of the Soul
Introduction In a world where emotions often go unspoken and struggles with mental health are stigmatized, poetry stands as a beacon of light, offering solace and understanding to those navigating the labyrinth of feelings and depression. "Whispers of the Soul" is not just a poetry book; it's a heartfelt exploration of the human experience, a companion for the weary soul, and a testament to the resilience found in the depths of vulnerability.
laurika niemanPublished 2 months ago in PoetsI am a mirror of extinction
I said to my soul Be still And wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing I took you to the nearby lake~
Tattoo Series
Tattoo Series prologue I was raised by a badass mother with some seriously cool ink. My older sister was a rebel from a young age, and she instilled in me a sense of IDGAF that I still carry with me to this day. Both women, along with countless media icons (Billie Joe, anyone?), inspired my love for body art. Folks with tattoos are the best of our kind. They have always fascinated me. I often find myself staring, wondering what each individual piece means to the owner. Maybe they mean nothing. Maybe they mean everything.
Amanda ReifertPublished 2 months ago in PoetsPriorities
Tell me a story or two or four press pause for one and go searching for more - - - - - - - - The work is never finished
authority
reclaiming the confidence held in my administration. the authority of the author is me. i have power in my pen - a yet raging judgement, arbitrarily distempered.
⸘jason alan‽Published 2 months ago in Poets