Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I said I can't all my life, Now I say I can! I will tell you how I did it so, As long as you leave out the spam! Everyone said I was "Full of beans,"
By Carol Townend25 minutes ago in Poets
I wish I knew you better... I wish I knew Your deepest thoughts And your wildest desires. I wish I could See the pictures
By Edward Banele Thelaabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Once we danced in a world of light love, Now shadows linger where love shone, Words once sweet turn bitter, hate, Silence echoes over.
By Francis C Okoroabout 10 hours ago in Poets
breakdown - why is it always the end? shutdown - when the lights and care go out beatdown - lovelesselflesssoullesshopeless
By Paul Stewartabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Dazzling dawn breaks through Gossamer mist parts, revealing Nature's hidden gems Dewdrops sparkle on petals Hope blooms in hearts awakened
By Printique Studiosabout 15 hours ago in Poets
In dawn’s first light, secrets waltz through trees, River’s song reborn, a melody’s breeze. Barefoot wanderer, earth’s warm embrace,
An Impure chemistry of coexisting personal vendettas Like two polar opposites stitched onto one another to create an amblem of a disastrous unity.
By Irvin about 15 hours ago in Poets
Sometimes you just have to walk away You will win It will leave them mad at end Do the best you can Even with the little you got
By Butterfly Nation about 17 hours ago in Poets
Even though life was horrible, Breathing was a battlefield And eating was a means to survive. In a place built to kill dreams,
By Edward Banele Thelaabout 18 hours ago in Poets
In a world that's cracked and scarred We wander, seeking out the stars Flawed we are, yet still we stand Imperfect souls in a broken land.
By Lil'Rosieabout 20 hours ago in Poets
In quiet moments, away from the crowd A whisper of self-care, soft and proud A touch that speaks, no words can replace
By Lil'Rosieabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Starlit moments caught in the breeze are filled with the echoes of memories captured in the dark, where only the moon can see.
By Ellie Hoovsabout 24 hours ago in Poets