Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A yawn and a flutter Of the eyes They say sleep is like butter Soft and smooth But that seems be be a lie Toss and turn
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue2 days ago in Poets
Rapid precision As a decision is made in the dark A stark reminder not to take anything for granted To enjoy the moment
Fast-paced race A chase Don't fall Watch your feet As you move Try to sooth The agitation Brought on by Frustration
I earn only a little, but each penny is earned so ethically. Raising awareness on health and environment, sharing my art
By Seema Patel2 days ago in Poets
moringa leaves fade imagination makes fish art is my savior. Note: I go to the backyard garden. I see senescent moringa leaves. I see beauty and art material. I imagine and make a fish.
The studio light is still burning at midnight in Riverside. I have spent the evening bridging the gap between a 1978 journalism newsroom and the digital soul of 2026.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 days ago in Poets
It washes over me like a scouring rag The beeps and rings nag On my ears and the tears on the other end Don't pretend to be anything but a constant cortisol eruption
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 days ago in Poets
Patience at a time when things are hard It's so weird to have such an odd start When sickness sets in it's a whole different game
Time slips by like a puddle on the floor I slip Then dip A subtle trip And years go by in that one movement What I meant
Torn in the middle Want both to thrive Doing my best To keep them alive I'm holding my hand out But it's a difficult split
I loved, contained, in a pretty little box of delusion, as your words swept over me like a cold breeze - heavy, dusty, dark.
By DLC4 days ago in Poets
Pondering the limitations of human vocabulary, The magnitude and magic of centuries forming These words Just for me to string them together like a bracelet.
