Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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 a day ago in Poets
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 Smitha day ago in Poets
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 365poetrya day ago in Poets
“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 Patela day ago in Poets
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 Ingoldsby2 days ago in Poets
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 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
the one of law ruling self crowned becoming an outlaw by tyranny power play allowing only subordinations, hierarchical interest of the one
By Diana2 days ago in Poets
imagine feeling everything pangs of infinite gnostic hunger before, after, during learning and knowing em0ti0ns at a b0iling p0int
By ⸘jason alan‽2 days ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
The way I write It sounds melodic Planet earth became demonic Gods green earth Is what It Is Calling out the ones I’ll diss
By Haychie_Artist3 days ago in Poets
UK has become a cesspit Vibe Is low you see the stress hit Zombie land Is what we see London Capital with C All around the country guessed It
