Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Ship Without A Name Wood strains under unseen pressure, a vessel drifting without direction or claim, no map drawn, no voice to guide it,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
the somber light of day hits the same way as pitchfork black night As sleek as a black cat that strolls along the air of midnight, so alive like a million bubbling vibrating pieces of air
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Entropy Skin It begins at the smallest level, a shift you cannot see, atoms loosening their quiet grip, on what they once held together.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 8 hours ago in Poets
Event Horizon Heart There is a place where light gives up, not in flame, not in protest, but in a quiet surrender so complete,
The world is loud, but hearts stay small, Yet even small hearts carry all. A single breath, a single choice,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 11 hours ago in Poets
The decision to try again. The decision to not give up. The decision to move forward, even if the step is tiny. That is how everything begins.
By COSVOCabout 16 hours ago in Poets
One small improvement. Stay consistent. Then build from there. That is how real change happens. Another important idea is this:
He smiled at me Met me with patience We waved
By L.I.Eabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Death is Hard, cold and final Death is Despair Death is A Poison Death is Here, there and everywhere Death is
By Edward Valabout 19 hours ago in Poets
I used to think I was trapped. In a life I didn’t choose. In rules I didn’t understand. In a story I didn’t write. Everything felt like pressure.
By Vocal Member about 20 hours ago in Poets
Salt Memory Night leans heavy over the water, a slow and restless breathing moving through it, dark folds rising and falling without warning,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
memorially broken pieces sensorially spectral or shrapnel remnants shards create charades façades fragmental particles
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
