art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
ISFP's Love Poem
In whispers soft, and feelings deep, A love that's lived, not meant to keep. No grand pronouncements, bold and bright, But gentle gestures, warm as light.
Diorino GalvanoPublished a day ago in PoetsA Pequeña Swallow
Been a while I snuggled the silence of my bed, Been a while I tangoed with the trees to the noise of the naked wind,
Lazywriter41Published a day ago in PoetsThree down
I have always been fascinated by the paranormal, though I approach it with measured skepticism rather than blind belief. Most people assume every odd sound indicates a ghost, but true paranormal events are extraordinarily rare.
spooky sessionPublished a day ago in PoetsHow beautiful it is
Africa is my home. I am an African. I adore my nation. The beauty of Africa can take you far. It is a land of milk and honey.
The world through my Lens
In the world through my lens, colors bloom, A treasure of life, in every room. Each frame a story waiting to be told, In whispers of silver and shades of gold.
Alecia HarriottPublished a day ago in PoetsI want to
explore you totally circumnavigate the lengths of your coastlines lose my bearings in your longitudes and latitudes until I become an
"E-clips of my life"
Eerie shadows dance, the moon's embrace, Casting darkness where light once held sway. Luminous spectacle, a celestial chase,
Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia ReneePublished a day ago in PoetsBe proud of you!
In the mirror's gaze, behold your reflection, An individual woven with unique imperfections. Embrace the quirks, the flaws, the scars,
Alecia HarriottPublished a day ago in PoetsMy Magic Pen
When once I got to writing, the thoughts began to flow, And if you asked me from where it came, I'd just say I do not know.
Shalet CarrollPublished a day ago in PoetsAmidst the Shadows
Amidst the shadows, A flicker of light appears, Kindling hope within.
Printique StudiosPublished a day ago in PoetsWordology part one
The letter A for an apple please something to eat and drink a glass of water The letter B for a bread just eat so need to rest to feel better
el hariti adilPublished a day ago in PoetsThe cores fell between
The cores fell between the entry and were carried and spread on earth, The map of the place not exempt from its design, Woven from the south and the north ,
el hariti adilPublished a day ago in Poets