art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In Salty Whispers
In salty whispers, Ocean's arms enfold with grace, Peace, eternal, flows.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 days ago in PoetsSarcasm
Sarcasm🙃is like kicking🦶someone's ass🚶, but with a punchline🗣️.
Into The Darkness
In the darkness, feeling lost I'm a ship without a course Muted colors, life's turned gray I'm drowning in an ocean, fading away
The OmnichromiterPublished 3 days ago in PoetsHow Did I Fall In Love?
How did I fall in love? You captured the brightest light in the sky, Then you placed in my heart, Where the brightest star glittered and shone,
Carol TownendPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Tale of the Enchanted Reflection
In the serene suburbs of Willowbrook, where the streets meandered amidst canopies of ancient oak trees and the homes nestled harmoniously in their shade, a quaint antique shop named "Mystique Curiosities" stood as a beacon of intrigue. Its weathered brick façade, adorned with tendrils of ivy that seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten times, cast an enchanting spell on all who passed by.
Beneath the Crescent Moon
The weaver of sand, with silent, slow tread, He threads through the dunes, where secrets are bred. No map guides his steps, just an instinct so deep,
mahmoud elsaadPublished 4 days ago in PoetsStegosaurus Serenade
In the twilight of the Mesozoic age, Where ferns whispered secrets and rivers flowed, Lived a gentle giant, armored and sage,
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThrough Forest
Through forest I roam, Whispering woods, miles unfurl, Nature's song whispers.
Printique StudiosPublished 4 days ago in Poetsstay
i can never make them stay. they are like orbits always in motion around me but never holding my hand. they are like shooting stars
Fantastic Experience About Walking In The Bank oF River During Sunset
The riverside is transformed into a canvas with the most gorgeous brushstrokes of nature's colour pallet as the golden tones of the setting sun gradually flow over the still waters. Every step you take on the velvety earth seems to be a whispered promise of peace, luring you into a world where time stands still and cares vanish into the dusk.
Nahid SultanaPublished 4 days ago in Poetsloving
loving you doesn’t feel like love in my empty bed. the night’s been cold since you left. it doesn’t get warmer you just get used to it.
She resists
A mom casts her goals into the ocean; we, the words sent bobbing in the direction of the sun, the eggs of stone,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished 4 days ago in Poets