#eye4artpoetryweek

Let your eyes see... Allow them to visualise clearly Let yourself capture what lies beyond The tempting assumptions That canopy of hallucinations. Weigh in your unspoken False claims leave some broken

Everywhere I go, I now have my dying, black angel in tow. Fish as spiritual, in the jumping and trawl of dreams, to eat, as cutting to truth. I wonder, what this shared meal will mean for us? Cold swimming,

Hello, everyone. After a long silence, we are back. We are still looking to do a different week 9 by highlighting poetry a whole week. We had a contest dubbed #Eye4artPoetryWeek to help us find poets easier

My words are escaping a suffocating soul. They seek to breathe and be whole. Laced with unresolved feelings. Feelings swinging. Out of a vile tongue. I speak on behalf of the abused souls. Those buried

It is well. As my skin is under a spell. Caress my sins Ask me about my wins. Confess yours. Share your fights. You can't fight it. That fire in your loins. Asking to spend your coins. On anything my soul

He wilts in the shadows, I run from the sun, Angel Trumpet blooms only under the moon. I heard many, as a child declare, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all!” Like the other woman

You, and your black-eyed holes, nights lied, from my pillow talk of nothing true. “How dare you,” I cry. leave your clouds of crusted white, on the feathered down. Twelve moons greased away, still, you

Out there in the vastness of life Where desperation meets strive Sweat and tears silently mingle. Man is constantly pushed beyond Pressured till he turns cold Where do broken dead souls go? Point out what's

Sing like the birds on trees Or as the women working in fields. Sing like the drunk men Staggering home to imaginary women. Sing your weekend blues away That hangover wasn't meant to stay. Sing your troubles

Number ten street lamp burns over a black stretch of road at the top of roller coaster hill on first and Lexington Avenue. Over a black stretch of road, a silhouetted woman from above, on first and Lexington

Fix your dress they said For until your dowry is paid Your thighs belong in the dark Only beneath your skirts can they lark. Don't speak back to your brother Your tongue should never bother Dare spew whatever

Hello, there fellow Steemians. We are back with a fresh week and a different kind of art to highlight this week. We also have a contest to help you transition from brushes, paints, colored pencils and