art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
God Made You for Me
In the grand design of destiny’s plan, God molded you with a gentle hand. Every detail carefully crafted, each trait and quality matched. Your laughter, a symphony of delight, filling my life with colours so bright.
Joseph AkaguPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Thought of You
When I graced the earth, you knew I would come. You told Mother about my coming. She said you did. Are you a seer? You knew it was me who would visit right from my first kick in her belly, and you welcomed me with a smile
Joseph AkaguPublished 3 days ago in PoetsCourage
In shadowed depths where fear do often lurk, there lies a trait that sets the heart ablaze. Courage! Bold and steadfast in its works, guilds us through the woes of endless days.
Joseph AkaguPublished 3 days ago in PoetsDonovan Mellow Yellow
Sound to relax to let Your mind get into the Summer mind Chill out the time with Mellow Yellow vibes by Donovan Bring the melancholic style to the shadow dark of the glasses worn at night
Dinosaurs
Dinosaurs. In the house of honor At the shores of Glory So I heard the story So much like dishonor. Are the ones we voted
Oluwatelure Segun JoshuaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMen are beautiful too
Why everyone describes only women as beautiful? "Men are beautiful too" In their sleepy voices and their messy hairs.
Elegy for the Unsung Minstrel
Elegy for the Unsung Minstrel In cobwebbed corners of forgotten archives, beneath layers of dust and faded ink, slumbers the spectral verse of an unheralded bard. Their quill, once a conduit for whispered dreams, lies now brittle and still, a testament to a life uncelebrated.
Ahmad Al AminPublished 4 days ago in PoetsLyra, Weaver of the Cosmos
Lyra, Weaver of the Cosmos In realms where stardust paints the void with whispers, and celestial ballets pirouette on unseen strings,
Ahmad Al AminPublished 4 days ago in PoetsAllow'
Allow, a gentle word, a loving deed A permission to be, a freedom to proceed To let go of control, and embrace the flow
Isra SaleemPublished 4 days ago in Poetsgirl
i am but a string with ends tied loose staggering under the weight i carry. i wear my past on my neck like a stone
Adrift
Adrift in paradise A clipper with slack canvas Sailors lazing along upon dead seas As their captain eyes the horizon
Matthew FrommPublished 4 days ago in PoetsRotate the new again
No twist and turn but still Yes rotate the gest, You can't go back anymore go forward and don't look back the blown-out memories are gone now