Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I never know what to write It's not that I'm bored It's just that I have too many things Left unsaid. In my head I see
By Amargeaux Rai8 years ago in Poets
I can feel it flowing through me This poetry As if these words have been written in my bones Somehow this pen and paper has become my home
By Skye Day8 years ago in Poets
You missed your chance Again. “There’s always next time” They tell me But how many “next time”’s Can there be And how long can “next time”’s
By Skylar Rella8 years ago in Poets
English class teaches us How to rhyme, have a purpose, follow outlines But creativity Is swallowed In monotony Famous poems have a story
By Kitty Offria8 years ago in Poets
If, I had the Time To, sit and rhyme You, might just find What, I’ve designed Is, not a crime Nor, recollection Of, a memory
By Ryan High8 years ago in Poets
I was always told from a young age To go after your dreams But I get conflicted Which dream do I go after The one where I pick up a pencil
By Kayton Hickenlooper8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I cry If you asked I probably couldn't tell you why And it's not always because I'm sad Sometimes I cry When all I have done is run
maybe just maybe you have to crumble fall apart completely blindly, hopelessly feel around for all your pieces get acquainted with
By Kaylin Bever8 years ago in Poets
Zombie Glorified And sought after Dead and brain seeking What if we are the zombies Stuck in routine Mundane With no sense of freedom
—The Little Writer— i lost the glass slipper that is my mind somewhere behind me i sold my soul to the sea witch just for a good story
By Jamie G.8 years ago in Poets
Now is the time To take charge of your life To accept yourself And all of the things in line Step by step Finding out where you stand
Bad Idea i have an idea is this the one i have an idea are my days of woe done i have an idea this might be fun
By Nick Jackhass8 years ago in Poets
