art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Never install a doggie door bell
We installed a doggie doorbell so that when my dog's friend came over, the dogs' owner could ring the doorbell and we could let them play together.
spooky sessionPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets"BIRTH, LIFE, DEATH"
BIRTH, LIFE, DEATH ARE WE JUST DUST IN THE WIND? I walked outside in the 80-degree sunshine today. I looked across the way
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsWinter Morning
There's something to be said about the silence of the dawn blanketed across molecules celeste, like a silky cloth laid out by the moon.
Antoni NimaPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsWinter Mornings
There's something to be said, about the silence of the dawn, blanketed across molecules celeste, like a silky cloth
Antoni NimaPublished about 14 hours ago in Poetsout of control
the touch of your breath the back of my neck leaves me a little headspun out of control the smile on your face the lace on your
Paul StewartPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsBring Back the Times
Bring back the times, of my sunny childhood. of happy, carefree days, when there were more smiles, than tears and life was like a fairy tale.
Rasma RaistersPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsMoonlight
In moonlight's shadow elegantly blue with icy hues of purple shaded through. But Is she lovely, like a confidant? A glowing goddess guarding in the night
Antoni NimaPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsAnita, My Ride or Die.
In the tender garden of youth's spring, First love bloomed, a delicate thing, With petals soft as the blush of dawn, And a promise of days, forever drawn.
Cilian MurphyPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsThe Golden Hour
At that time of day, that notorious hour, when every color flares from every tiny flower. When the breeze which blows the palms sway,
Antoni NimaPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsIn the South of France
Bundled in blue scarves, black fabric on my fingers keeping me cozy— covered head to toe and warming up my body, all except my nose.
Antoni NimaPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsHow to become a better thinker
The brain is an incredibly mysterious and powerful organ that in our day-to-day lives often goes unnoticed. But have you taken a moment to try and understand how you use it and how you can actually improve your thinking skills? It might seem tricky due to it being a complex and context-dependent skill, but with a little patience you can implement some principles that can improve both your professional and personal life.
LOUDEST ONES
Loudest ones the weakest ones Yeah I need my honey buns Tryna eat my breakfast really…. Pay attention to no bums Acting like they came from slums
Haychie_ArtistPublished about 23 hours ago in Poets