Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
As I studied Pieter Bruegul the Elder's poem "Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus," I gathered what I could take from this story in pause, realizing there maybe a bigger story to it all. There are many theories of Icarus and how he fell.
By Anonymous Writer 3788 years ago in Poets
She cuts the canvas A wide open gash And colours bleed from it She wounds herself Symbolically For such vibrant hues As she was truly wounded, too
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Lately I've been thinking about us as kids, How this isn't what we were gonna be. But maybe it Was. Maybe it is. Maybe there was no way of getting around this.
By Casey Hiatus8 years ago in Poets
A coffee shop. A bed full of clothes, a cat beneath the sheets, the sheets that are not tucked in because I forgot to, Because I didn’t want to, for fear that the cat would hate me.
By Elisa Clyne8 years ago in Poets
We're both a whisper Away from screaming the truth. Let me talk to you. // You were out of your mind. Now you're out of mine. See,
By Rachel Navarro8 years ago in Poets
To feel like a Cello Sonata sounds Would I have to climb a mountain? Or could I just sink into warm water With some roses and the scent of vanilla
By E. Lizbet8 years ago in Poets
"I have found a friend that never ages called Art, no defined sex or clothes, only dressing of the soul is Art. Whether the heart is being grated to shreds,
By Ed G8 years ago in Poets
Where I stand my feet cannot move, They are bounded to the floor as an anchor. Where I stand I have thought of many things,
By Chase Taylor8 years ago in Poets
A close friend says I'm "Poetry in Motion." I don't need to write things down on paper. The mystery is already there. I speak in metaphors. My eyes alone can describe something larger than life. Who needs a little black book and pen?
By Ra Dyv3rse8 years ago in Poets
Beneath what is deceived Abilities lie in weak performance With no desire to explore it Squinting at the sight of it's importance
By Sol Devereaux8 years ago in Poets
Oh, sweet, sweet music How you soothe me Your comforting sounds embrace me Your heartbeat drives my soul Your melodies excite me
By Lorraine Woiak8 years ago in Poets
A kiss goodnight, a wave good bye, a sigh of relief, or maybe a cry. Lay your fingers upon the keys and please, let freedom ring.
By Hannah Harrison8 years ago in Poets
