Heartfelt Poetry

Cultural Exchange

In the Quarter of the NegroesWhere the doors are doors of paperDust of dingy atomsBlows a scratchy sound.Amorphous jack-o'-Lanterns caperAnd…

6 months ago

By what sendsthe white kidsI ain't sent:I know I can'tbe President.What don't bugthem white kidssure bugs me:We know everybodyain't free.Lies…

6 months ago

It was a long time ago.I have almost forgotten my dream.But it was there then,In front of me,Bright like a…

6 months ago

Fine living . . . a la carte?Come to the Waldorf-Astoria!LISTEN HUNGRY ONES!Look! See what Vanity Fair says about thenew…

6 months ago

In every shade a story lies,In every poem truth survives.Art and poetry side by side,Let imagination be our guide.

7 months ago

The page becomes a gentle sky,Where painted thoughts begin to fly.Poetry guides the wandering art,Like a map of the heart.

7 months ago

A poet writes what hearts conceal,An artist paints what souls can feel.When both together find their voice,Even silence will rejoice.

7 months ago

A silent dream begins to rise,Hidden deep in thoughtful eyes.Through colors bright and words so deep,Those dreams refuse to sleep.

7 months ago

The moonlight falls upon the page,Awakening thoughts from another age.Art and poetry softly blend,Where imagination has no end.

7 months ago

A poem begins with a quiet sigh,A painting begins with a curious eye.Both together slowly grow,Into worlds we come to…

7 months ago