art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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 about 4 hours 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 about 6 hours 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 about 10 hours 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
In Salty Whispers
In salty whispers, Ocean's arms enfold with grace, Peace, eternal, flows.
Printique StudiosPublished about 13 hours 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 about 13 hours 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 about 22 hours 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 a day 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 a day ago in PoetsThrough Forest
Through forest I roam, Whispering woods, miles unfurl, Nature's song whispers.
Printique StudiosPublished a day ago in Poets