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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
BOSNIA
Nestled 'neath the Balkan skies so blue, A land of beauty, Bosnia, we find in you. With landscapes wild and mountains tall,
Haris HadzicPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBlossoms
Blossoms gently sway, Meadows murmur secrets soft, Nature's dream takes flight.
Printique StudiosPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDragon Dungeon
In a dragon's dungeon deep, they toiled on, The dwarves, with hearts as sturdy as the stone. Forging blades with flames of molten fire,
Haris HadzicPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDurban by Night: Where Dreams Ignite
In Durban's night streets, a vibrant world awakes, Where city lights shimmer on the waters of the bay, A symphony of colours, a tapestry of dreams,
Girl with a Blue eyes
Amidst the vast expanse, a world concealed, A girl with eyes like oceans unconcealed. With every gaze, a story they unfurl,
Haris HadzicPublished 7 months ago in PoetsWater Flow
Beneath the azure sky so vast and wide, A world of wonders in the water hides. From tranquil lakes to rivers' gentle flow,
Haris HadzicPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Darkside of the Light
Holding your breath to focus on a lite thought to keep your spirits high Calming characteristics you keep to give you hope that one day you accept it
Mason DarniellePublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Grace of Ballet
A studio full of passion and grace, A place to learn, a place to race, A place to practice and refine, The art of dance- an art divine
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That Ends Well
She lies naked on the bed Listening Music playing none else hear But her . Her back rising, falling To her ambrosian breath
Gerard DiLeoPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSmoth as Silk
In nature's art, a masterpiece unfolds, Where grace is found, and wonder softly holds. A river's touch, through ages worn to gleam,
Haris HadzicPublished 7 months ago in PoetsLost to Time
Gems turning to sand in my palms I tighten my grip and the grains slip away faster beauty does not last when the foundation is flawed