Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Sir Winston slept thrice Tucked beneath foggy London Others? With his charges ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 days ago in Poets
I hope to never call a POLICE officer - I have compassion !? I hope I never have to call a POLICE !? I hope I never have to call a POLICE !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
The police said I need MY medication - a mentally ill person, who have NO family ! The police said I need to spend time with those who seemed to NOT have anything !?
After about a few times talking to myself - I thought why don't I just stop and ask people some question !? I could have learnt the greatest thing known to MAN - but let me try and make you understand !?
While action speaks more than words - what does it say about me !? A woman who has NO future in any country !? A woman who spent her money on clothes and shoes - the world has nothing else to offer !?
The board came as simple packaging in a utensils box. For me, everything is art surface. I love the of Japanese sumi-e
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets
So I woke up today and thought - why am I sad !? I woke asking myself - why am I depressed, walking around with a "10 month" OLD child in MY stomache !!
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
I broke Mother Tree Her Blood drips down Adam’s leaves Roots sleep to dream death.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 days ago in Poets
Midnight releases Reflections and melodies. Sit with the hearts splayed.
By Jada Ferguson3 days ago in Poets
Morning mirror shines, A face I will know too well Looks back silently.
By Angel Adagio3 days ago in Poets
The moon leans low on silver beams, Unraveling the quiet of our dreams. Stars like whispers, soft and slight, Carry the secrets of the night.
By Eliani Suarez3 days ago in Poets
On a morning without the wail of alarms, The sun spreads across a hushed horizon. No imprints left by columns on the march,
