art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Still Waiting For
While waiting, I obsessively monitor the many possibilities, perhaps she forgot her small bag on the train of difficulties,
el hariti adilPublished 6 minutes ago in PoetsA poem for fulfilling people
Fulfilling a covenant is a characteristic of honorable people And breaking a covenant is a characteristic of meanness, And in my opinion it is not considered one of the sins like the same
el hariti adilPublished 20 minutes ago in PoetsENFP's Love Poem
With a heart that brims and a mind that sparks, I fell for you, a love with neon arcs. Your laugh, a melody, your smile, a ray,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsENTP's Love Poem
You don't want a sonnet, that's far too tame, For an ENTP's love, a wilder flame. Forget soft whispers, predictable sighs,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsWatcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
spooky sessionPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsCosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsMy Shadow Companion
In the golden glow of morning's embrace, My shadow dances with graceful grace. A silent companion, ever by my side, In the journey of life, it does abide.
Alecia HarriottPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsJourney
In the quiet dawn of dreams, I stride, With whispers of fate as my guide, Through valleys deep and mountains high, Beneath the endless azure sky.
Alecia HarriottPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsLove's Triumph,
Lila was known for her spirited laugh and the warmth she extended to all who crossed her path. Yet, woven into the fabric of her vibrant life was a thread of secret sorrow, a love profound yet punctuated by moments of pain—an untold story that unfolded behind the tranquility of her gentle eyes.
Abdul QureshiPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsThe Melody That Healed
The voice, belonging to Jamie, was a revelation. It wasn't just the melodic beauty or the perfect pitch that captivated Alex; it was the raw emotion, the palpable heartache, and the fleeting moments of joy that echoed in every note. Jamie's songs, each a narrative of life's trials and triumphs, resonated with Alex on a profound level. The melodies seeped into Alex's soul, awakening a long-dormant yearning for connection, for understanding, for love.
Abdul QureshiPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsUnveiling Your True Beauty
"A canvas bare, a hidden art, where beauty's quiet whispers start" Sarah struggled with acne-prone skin for years until she discovered the importance of skincare.
Abdul QureshiPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsThe Whispering Garden
The leaves, vibrant and green, whispered softly to the sturdy stems that held them aloft. "Dear stems," they murmured, "thank you for your unwavering support, for lifting us towards the sun and nourishing us with life-giving nutrients. Without you, we would be lost, drifting aimlessly in the wind." The stems, proud and resilient, replied with a gentle rustle. "Our dear leaves," they whispered back, "your beauty and grace bring joy to all who behold you. We stand tall to protect and nurture you, for you are the very essence of our existence." the excellence of the story
Abdul QureshiPublished about 17 hours ago in Poets