art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished a day ago in PoetsI am tempted
Oh, just a sec, Looks bright out there: Money's back! The job went well! People are busy, Starting to shop; Loans are out,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished a day ago in PoetsLulled into a beautiful dream
Lulled into a beautiful dream, Where worries fade and colors gleam. Soft whispers brush upon the breeze, Through rustling leaves in ancient trees.
Moharif YuliantoPublished a day ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in Poets- AI-Generated
Mirrors of Grace
In the mirror's silent glare, Whispers echo, weight of stare, A fragile heart begins to break, Under shadows words can make.
Mubashira KachhotPublished a day ago in Poets American Songsmith Christian Parker: Weaving Tales of Hope and Humanity Through Music
Christian Parker, a seasoned American recording artist and guitarist, hails from Canton, a small town nestled near the Canadian border in upstate New York. For over 35 years, his music has resonated with listeners, drawing them in with a captivating blend of melody and rhythm. Parker's songwriting explores a tapestry of emotions - loss, love, and the complexities of life's journey. His lyrics delve into the human condition, painting vivid pictures of trials, triumphs, and the delicate dance of relationships.
Song
This is a basic poem I don’t know how to write rhymes If everyone ever wonders I just can… sing! * And I lend this hand to music
open
i often dream of the day i will let you stay outside prying at my windows instead of holding the door to my heart
Cathedral
Faded carpets and worn-down pews, Riddled with tourists and camera crews People, there’s people everywhere, People beside and surrounding me
ThatOne_GirlPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEchoes of Patriots in the Wind
In the wind, echoes of patriots past Whispers of courage, strength, and grace Their legacy lives on, forever last In the hearts of those who dare to race
Mia Dwi ArifiyantiPublished 3 days ago in PoetsRainbow High Dolls: A Symphony of Colors
In a world where colors dance and play, A vibrant realm, bright and gay, Rainbow High Dolls take the stage, Each with stories, page by page.
GiftsFlash.comPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Birth Of Awakening
Have you ever seeked what you're unable to identify, unable to visualize The constant anticipation that plays in your mind like a dopamine effect