Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would think of like "HUCK" from the favourite shows that we know !? I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would assume knows all the flavours and all the talented makers !?
By 365poetryabout an hour ago in Poets
I said to you that I want you, but I have NO HOME!? I said to you, I need you, but I have family !? I said to you, I want a child, but YOU are NOT important !?
You toy with my heart In your hand And I feel you slowly squeezing Turning it to sand.
By Edward Valabout 4 hours ago in Poets
“I am vehement” Taxidermy Totem of hunting trophies Stare!
By Dianaabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Lovecraft Country is one of the greatest shows of all time. The title needed to be restated. - It had one season. - In 10 episodes they developed characters,
By Jada Fergusonabout 10 hours ago in Poets
My Tits When I go to the store And buy a new shirt I have to think How it would look I have to wonder “Will people think I'm slutty For emphasizing my breasts?”
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 11 hours ago in Poets
She turns her gaze to heaven’s light, Too bright to face, too fierce, too white. She looks instead to fields of gold,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 18 hours ago in Poets
Leprous mouth like the moth front the light, I dared to open the throat of my chasm shameless riping apart my guts Uttering vibrations of your breath
By Dianaabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Traveler of Worlds Beyond I walked where the sky forgets its name, through doors that opened without a sound, past stars that bled into one another,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 19 hours ago in Poets
I woke up with a stranger’s name in my mouth and no idea who it belonged to. The room felt familiar the way an old song does
By John Smithabout 19 hours ago in Poets
What would be the reason I am awake at this hour !? I have NO desire to be with the world, to speak to people as if they had value!!
By 365poetryabout 22 hours ago in Poets
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” wrote John Keats in his 1818 poem 'Endymion'. Its words still hold true, always will.
By Seema Patelabout 22 hours ago in Poets
