Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
So I step back as brown eyes whisper love, in sparkling fierce manner. Wildly tantalizing stare I met. A millions fathoms deep it carves.
By Sehrish Ahmad7 years ago in Poets
The fight for a nation is the reason For a scrappy lot of gamecocks that made The First State resonate in all seasons. The legend will never ever just fade.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Have you ever played a claw machine? They’re usually rigged so you lose. You’ll line it up perfectly, ready to win, But the claw isn’t big enough to hold the prize.
By Erin Goulding7 years ago in Poets
I waited for you when you took the first step out the door. I waited at night when you took a while to sleep by my side. I waited for you to keep me awake at night.
By Heather Wilkins7 years ago in Poets
What makes the movement of the rap artist So profound is his or her own word strength. To be among the able and smartest,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how he’s treated you— I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you But, I am now. Let that be more than enough.
By Love, Your Favorite Pretty Girl7 years ago in Poets
You can only give someone so much forgiveness before it becomes foolishness Wrap your brain around your heart and remind that thing that there is no one as exceptional as you
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Pain, but not too much, raced through his being. Like drops of blood in his memory, he Could look with strength beyond any seeing.
Here’s a little advice From me to you About everything you’ll experience in college And what you have to look forward to
By Kat Davis7 years ago in Poets
Your eyes sparkle as they try to hold back tears You’re smiling at me without a hint of the happiness I know you’re capable of
The only way I could be strong for so long Is because strength lives within me In places others cannot hear My demons antagonize me
By Khepera J7 years ago in Poets
There I am, just minding my business–going where I'm going, doing what I do (headphones on 'cause I don't wanna be bothered)–when suddenly I get this feeling: butterflies.
By Michael Wolfe7 years ago in Poets
