I Am a Poet and An Artist

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    I'm A Poet

    I'm a poet,Guess what!I'm an artist too,Put the two together,You'll get a book!
    lazycrazybasket lazycrazybasket
    46-50, M
    1 Response Nov 30, 2011

    A Sea Of Love (poem)

    The darkness surrounds her like the cloak of eternal night. The air is thick and cool, The smell of the sea fills her lungs, The taste of salt upon her tongue she wonder's weather its the water or the tears shes cried. And despite the madness around her she longs for her...
    VirginPoet VirginPoet
    26-30, F
    3 Responses Oct 31, 2009

    Remains

    We pulled through the gates, past the caretaker’s office and made the slow deliberate drive to my fathers’ grave. This was to be my first visit to the cemetery. The year since his passing, my mother had kept dad’s ashes in a beautiful blue marble box. I was a...
    Burk28 Burk28
    46-50
    1 Response Jul 14, 2009

    A Return of the Lost?

    She intrigued him. So he listened, she spoke to him of redemption, she spoke to him of deliverance... But mostly she spoke to him of the everlasting love And the fool reached out for her... even knowing himself beyond such things even recognizing the lie of it all ever...
    Elf Elf
    26-30, M
    2 Responses Aug 21, 2008
    owlsarntwhattheyseem owlsarntwhattheyseem
    26-30, M
    Nov 28, 2015

    I am a poet and conceptual artist,

    and I have decided to devote my life entirely to my true calling. Please help me by sharing the following link or by contributing yourself. Much appreciated! https://orstory.tilt.com/a-home-for-the-creators-of-orstory
    yeshuja yeshuja
    31-35, M
    Jan 27, 2015

    The Craftsmen (a Poem)

    You cannot count the pieces of a broken heart nor can you mend it. Once shattered like fine glass no matter the skill and no matter how gentle the fingers of the craftsmen there will always be flaws left unamended. And you cannot count their tears for they are as many...
    VirginPoet VirginPoet
    26-30, F
    Oct 31, 2009

    The Painting

    There was a woman more loved by one man than by all men on earth. He sang to her many love songs, He wrote her of his love in the most beautiful poetry that was a pleasure just to speak aloud. Even the worlds greatest poets envied his works. When spoke the words formed...
    VirginPoet VirginPoet
    26-30, F
    1 Response Oct 31, 2009

    Broken Pieces (slam Poem)

    Love obeys no rules it can break the law in many ways and often does. Love can steal your heart and freely say I committed no crime! For loves not alone in it's guilt I shouldn't have been so willing, I shouldn't have been so trusting, I shouldn't have been so naive to...
    VirginPoet VirginPoet
    26-30, F
    1 Response Oct 31, 2009

    Always Avoid Cliches Like The Plague

    I am forty eight years old For forty years I have felt knowingly ashamed Every day This is not a poem Its just the truth
    dispossessed dispossessed
    51-55, F
    Oct 20, 2013

    The Last Time

    This is just one of the many poems I've written. I've got to say, the rhyming comes naturally to me... but this poem isn't especially one of my favourites... enjoy anyway! ~ Treat me like a child as if I deserve a sticker for putting my heart out just to watch your...
    CrispsandLicorice CrispsandLicorice
    16-17, F
    Jan 23, 2012

    Hey , for those of you

    who love dark art and poetry , it would be great if you could checkout my work and tell me what you think. http://laila12345.deviantart.com/gallery/
    Theworldismyhell Theworldismyhell
    13-15, F
    Jul 22, 2014

    Sleeve

    I am the snot on the sleeve, the spit on the chin The pill in your system that eats deep with in.
    fecall fecall
    36-40, M
    Aug 22, 2012

    Smoke And Ash

    I've imagined you standing before me looking into my eyes as deeply as I look into yours. And with one kiss I am entirely yours... Your hands all over my body discovering the undiscovered. My heart racing My breath trying to catch up. I am overcome by wild and heavy...
    VirginPoet VirginPoet
    26-30, F
    1 Response Oct 31, 2009

    Let's Play A Game

    Let your ears and your eyes play nasty tricks and maybe finally, then you'll get your kicks and you can play in the yard with stones and sticks and you can watch with a laugh as her thick blood drips let your ears and your eyes play nasty tricks and maybe finally, then...
    CrispsandLicorice CrispsandLicorice
    16-17, F
    1 Response Jan 25, 2012

    Some music to paint to,

    artist. In fear every day, every evening, He calls her aloud from above, Carefully watched for a reason, Painstaking devotion and love, Surrendered to self preservation, From others who care for themselves. A blindness that touches perfection, But hurts just like anything else...
    AndreiTarkovsky AndreiTarkovsky
    26-30, M
    2 Responses May 12, 2014
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