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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I Wish in Color
Blue playground days Family skies purple Heart chuckie Alabama black Bikini Hispanic chick sits quietly On a grey day wearing Bahamas red Pink airplanes flies faraway eating Leona’s kickass garlic bread. Flint drives White cutlass wearing Royal gold in Paris, Downtown girl stands by a green pole.
By Ashley Beeman8 years ago in Poets
What Is Life? (Rap)
V1: And my feelings keep on running. Punching a hole in a wall from these thoughts racing then walk off unseen. Try to hold up my tears but they drip down quicker, needing a reliant somebody, one always there and pull my long-length hair as my lips quiver, feeling like there's nobody..
By RubyMabel Constellation8 years ago in Poets
The Missing Clocktower
Ding! A bell that I am very familiar to, I greet it every day with a good morning and it continues to ding. So loud it’s as if he wants everyone to hear his boisterous ringing telling them to wake up. How else would we get to places on time? I see him through my window standing tall with pride. Strong-willed without a care in the world. Knowing only a fool would think less of him. Lucky for us he does not hold a grudge.
By Queen Jordan8 years ago in Poets
