Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Love is the most beautiful feeling. Nothing can top it. There is no competition in love because love does not compete. What can compete against it?
By Anon2 years ago in Poets
He loves me, he loves me not, I chant as I pick petals, one by one, off a daisy’s golden heart, watching them settle on the ground,
When I think of you, I think of gentle hugs, bright love. Passionate kisses that make my heart glow, leaving me wanting more—
I never knew that you could make me feel so blue, leaving a cavity that lingers like a bottomless pit in my heart, that turns it to frost,
Sometimes the grass is greener on the other side because it is fake. The grass full of life you admire, may actually be a plastic green shrapnel scene,
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Underneath the sky of silver hue,The soil is calm, cold, subdued.A sleep profound, a dream so still,Time itself twists to winter's will.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Silent roots embrace, twisting skyward, bold yet soft, time hums through still leaves.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
A Sense of Relaxation is the Best Way to Nourish One's Health The term "sense of relaxation" has been selected... People with a sense of relaxation are always particularly enviable:
By jjsy zh2 years ago in Poets
You may have storms and struggles in your life, but the ruin will come to an end. You'll see the beauty of your struggles on display;
Blue is known as a sad color, but when I see the ocean, all my sorrow is washed away by the azure, cerulean, cobalt tide.
Love is not a hidden, selfish flare. It's like a lighthouse, a brilliance to be shared, because to be loved is to be seen.
