Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
You keep roses in the air, You weave dreams in my words with care. When you touch, the colors wake, When you speak, the moonlight fades.
By Muhammad Ahtsham2 years ago in Poets
Ramadan Is round the corner Perfect time to Putin order Turn the corner look away Close the border can’t they hey Commentating Jerry Lawler
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
The forest leans in as if to share a secret, branches bending beneath a sky that cannot keep still. Leaves murmur against the wind, their edges gilded
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
near blinded momentarily by strategic imitation be it meat or man that flattering thief between me and my one and only
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I wonder what it means to be normal. Is it the same for everyone? Do we each build our own cage or are we all just following the same design?
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
I used to stay inside because it felt like the safest thing. Because the air was familiar, even if it was heavy. Because I had learned to move through the dim rooms like a shadow,
I’ve been thinking about the sounds I take in— the voices that weave themselves into my breath, the melodies that settle in my bones,
More than simply a sport, the roar of the engines and burning rubber along with indescribable crowd atmosphere Formula 1 is an experience. Its been around since 1950 and Formula 1 has grown to become the highest tier of motorsport with billions of fans.
By Olaoluwa2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the sky of endless hues, Where dreams take flight, where thoughts diffuse, A canvas painted with life's grace, In every heart, a boundless space.
It bends the steel of hardened hearts, And mends the cracks where sorrow starts. A quiet strength, a gentle flame, It whispers life to every name.
By SearchEngineWays2 years ago in Poets
In the rush of hours, the whirl of days, When life becomes a ceaseless race, I pause, I breathe, I step aside, To find the peace that thoughts can hide.
Oh, Air, you wander, wild and free, A silent force, a boundless sea. You cradle earth in gentle arms, A keeper of both calm and storms.
