Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A brush, a pen, a fleeting spark, Creating beauty in the dark. Art speaks the words we cannot say, A timeless dance of night and day.
By Living Poet Zerox 2 years ago in Poets
Roots embrace the earth, a quiet pull holds the stars— balance whispers deep.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
This is for all of humanity to remember to lift people up, not bring them down. Microsoft Designer Art is a gift To give people a lift
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
11 o clock sun my face tilting, eager to feel the light across the wisp of skin that form my eyelids… An orange glow fills my mind-
By Michele Nampalli2 years ago in Poets
The sense that there is something missing, That I lack something - not in my life, but in me Has been with me since I've first understood me as a human being.
By rosa2 years ago in Poets
i love you july the heat of the sun lifting our spirits, enlightening our lives. The meadows are full of colors. The problem is, dear July, that we live in Scotland.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
This is a poem about flowers, roses, and you all as you tread your roads of life of unicorns, & flowers. I always stop and smell the roses!
Looking forward I’ll be waiting What It brings I’ll take my stand…. Celebrating when I’m napping Patience Is part of the plan….
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
I write my soul To process things outside my control Not everything felt is good It may feel good But some are just a welt
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the hush of twilight’s tender embrace, Where shadows soften the edges of space, An introvert’s solace quietly blooms, A refuge untouched by the world's loud rooms.
By F.R.B.2 years ago in Poets
Each word I speak, a thread I weave, A soft-spun chain I can't perceive. It curls around the heart, the soul, Binding tight, yet beyond control.
By Sabelo Ndwandwe2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes it’s better to be oblivious Than to be fully aware of the insidiousness that surrounds us Sometimes it’s better to shut one’s eyes
