Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
unknown keys on chain should I keep them or toss them or make a wind chime Copyright © 3/25/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 If you like ♡ my scribbles, hit the subscribe button. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
By Andrea Corwin about 6 hours ago in Poets
The Swirl That Would Not Settle It pulls me in, this restless turning field, A spinning thought that never finds its end,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 7 hours ago in Poets
So now we at the crossroads of life, we at the bargaining stages - the way out of the "extra - ordinary" things we have received through PEOPLE !?
By 365poetryabout 9 hours ago in Poets
In this empty forest Full of silence And awful discovery Nothing moves But for chequered stratagem Looking for one last sign
By Roderick Makimabout 18 hours ago in Poets
It Never Forgets Some say the rose remembers, though silence veils its breath, it gathers every whisper, it studies love and death.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 18 hours ago in Poets
My kids don’t bother to ask anymore— What we’re doing on Sundays. It’s been routine since they were born— We go to the matinee.
By SUEDE the poetabout 20 hours ago in Poets
It’s a scene I might forget to keep It passes swifter into forever as I speak, In that : nothing hides , it’s all bare but blatantly bleak
By Madhu Goteti about 22 hours ago in Poets
The era of the abacus is over; computers rule today. No longer is free thought welcome; we’re drones until the grave.
By Edward Valabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Why is he staring through, as if he knew what to do !? A little muppet I suppose, assuming this is something that makes sense !?
By 365poetryabout 24 hours ago in Poets
Red Flowers in a Broken Sky The flowers rise, like warnings in the air, Their red breath burning through a restless dream,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
thoughts may seem harmless but they can corrode your mind beware before late. Note: We must not let thoughts ruin us. We must cleanse our mindset and harbor good thoughts.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
Life Beyond This Earth I did not paint this to please the eye, it came out sharp, restless, almost watching me, lines crossing where they should not meet,
