Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Death of the ego... Feels foul blocked at the free throw... In the meanwhile, thinking about blessings from mi amigo Even though the laughing hyena
By El Poet4 days ago in Poets
Road life ain’t the one you know Fighting over some postcode Wake up fricking smell the coffee…. These postcodes ain’t yours you know
By Haychie_Artist4 days ago in Poets
I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets
I hate the sky - I can't see it from where I'm sitting !? I hate the bag, that makes others see the sky - hahaha that's not funny, but good try !?
small color palette creates countless works of art stirs deep emotions. Note: It's my privilege that I can paint and make people happy. My color palette makes me happy. I get a sense of ikigai.
By Seema Patel5 days ago in Poets
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets
I sit here in this quiet room, watching the dust dance in the light. I watch you pack your winter coats, preparing for your sudden flight.
By Jesse6 days ago in Poets
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.6 days ago in Poets
Found a beat I know I’m trying Efforts there there’s no denying Found a beat with melody Perfect for the remedy Raise the bar In life start flying
By Haychie_Artist6 days ago in Poets
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 365poetry6 days ago in Poets
You toy with my heart In your hand And I feel you slowly squeezing Turning it to sand.
By Edward Val6 days ago in Poets
“I am vehement” Taxidermy Totem of hunting trophies Stare!
By Diana6 days ago in Poets
