Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Donald Trump was inaugurated as the 47th President of the United States today. The ceremony took place inside the U.S. Capitol due to extreme cold weather. Trump is the second president to serve non-consecutive terms and the first convicted felon to hold the office.
By Olaoluwa2 years ago in Poets
Today I feel obliged To put pen to paper To poetically publish To ornately orate To lavishly lament Stating my position
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The light you carry shines so bright, A quiet force against the night. It flickers strong through trials vast, A flame that endures, a light to last.
By Jebaraj Jacob 2 years ago in Poets
Dance with joy in morning’s grace, Feel life’s rhythm and its pace. This moment’s song is pure, alive, A melody where hearts can thrive.
Through winds that tear and skies that cry, A spirit rises, learning to fly. The storms may beat against your wings, But every trial to courage clings.
A smile that grows like morning sun, Begins a journey just begun. In hearts that nurture joy with care, A garden blooms beyond despair.
When shadows fall and silence grows, And doubt begins its creeping prose, Remember deep within your chest, A fire stirs that never rests.
I step into the morning’s cool embrace, Each blade of grass slick with dreams of the night, Above, the sky blurs into watercolor hues,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
LISTEN UP, MANIFESTATION WARRIOR! You are NOT just a human You are a COSMIC WEALTH GENERATOR Your DNA is CODED with INFINITE abundance
By Edina Jackson-Yussif --personal growth 2 years ago in Poets
Every morning, a battlefield awaits Not of guns and tanks, but of racing thoughts and trembling hands Anxiety, my constant companion
Words are my sanctuary Bleeding ink onto pages Like tracing the contours of my soul I write because silence Feels too heavy
Unsilenced In these hallways of judgment I stand alone A universe contained within my skin Watching their eyes slide past me
