art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

In Your Hand
You toy with my heart In your hand And I feel you slowly squeezing Turning it to sand.
By Edward Valabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Walls Dress Rehearsal
“I am vehement” Taxidermy Totem of hunting trophies Stare!
By Dianaabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Lovecraft Country Is One Of The Greatest Shows Of All Time
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 8 hours ago in Poets
My Tits. Content Warning.
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 9 hours ago in Poets
Go wherever your heart brings you!
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 16 hours ago in Poets
Late morning
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 16 hours ago in Poets
Traveler of Worlds Beyond
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 17 hours ago in Poets
I lost my memory
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 17 hours ago in Poets
Every Person Was Assigned "24 Hours" ------------------------------- ---- I Have No Children, I Need No Food, And Water ------------------- So Now, I Am Awake At 6:39 AM, Just Because I Have A Period, Some Person Is Visiting, Or This Is What "Day" Feels Like ----------- WHO Needs Value, Who Needed To Feel Important, Who Needed A Purpose?
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 20 hours ago in Poets
Wagon Wheel and Daffodils
“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 20 hours ago in Poets
I stand here
I stand in the kitchen full of unbridled rage as he yells across the living room and into my ears I stand so silently as he mocks me with no hesitation
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 21 hours ago in Poets
This Is Dedicated To The First Man I "LOVED" -------------------- Who The HE%%^& LL That Is - I'm Laughing Silly, I Swear ......
I was born in 1962, 1958, or even 1979 - clap if you have the same feeling !? I had sex at 10, 25, 98 - clap if you have the same feeling !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets