art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Apartheid
Today I wander. I walk a different road. It’s not my fault though.
By Karl McBeathabout a month ago in Poets
This Is "Entitled" - If I Just GO Out !?
If I just GO out, the chicken wouldn't taste SOO great, and mind you - I cannot cook, not even to save "MY" life !? If I just GO out, I'd learn SOO many things from others, and their lives as though it was MINE !? If I just GO out, I'm hoping I could find the perfect candy to sparkle my eyes - the way in which it marvels at the sunrise !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Afternoon Stream
Afternoon Stream Water ripples over smooth, mossed stones, Sunlight falling gold across its path. Green leaves lean low to touch the surface,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.
…the chime of little bells tinkling twinkling blinkling ding-dingyling luxurious carpet prostrated in simplicity of modesty…
By Dianaabout a month ago in Poets
My Hill, My Stand.. Top Story - March 2026.
The purpose of art is not the result. The purpose of art is not the result. The purpose of art is not the result. It is, for one thing,
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a month ago in Poets
Sunset Beach Path
Sunset Beach Path The path bends slow toward the sea, Golden light spilling across the sand. Flowers edge the trail with bright faces,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
Footprints in the Sand
Upon the quiet shore I walked alone, Where waves would sing their gentle song to me. Soft grains of sand beneath my wandering feet,
By Skabout a month ago in Poets
Uncloaking
Feeling like Cinderella on every single thing I have to say? You only have one thing in common, come at me words, let’s play
By Raine Fielderabout a month ago in Poets
"Wouldn't" Beads
the what future has a past the what past has a future the what company has eyes for the string! "brother law" with
By K.A. Smithabout a month ago in Poets
Lethal Fatality
Spaghettified truth playing grownup speeding up, soft white underbelly of shark, intoxicated by proxy tattooed cherry blossom within tiger heart
By Dianaabout a month ago in Poets
Shadow of a Broken Dream
In the quiet corner of midnight’s sigh, Where silver stars refuse to gleam, I stand beneath a silent sky, Holding the shadow of a broken dream.
By Skabout a month ago in Poets
99 Days Before Many Of Us Becomes Dust - FIFA !!!!!!
I am a footballer ! I... AM... A FOOTBALLER.... I am a footballer - as if these words made sense in over 46 years !? The thought of messing up the garments for cheers and hoorah - often inspires us to be magnificent and unique !? I am footballer, is not always the best statement, but a way in which we assume our place on the Earth !? The packed stadiums, the unrelenting crowds !? I am a footballer !?? (long pause) Not because I wanted to, but because football is the most unified sport in LIFE !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets