art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Tiny Dog
oil paint peeling slowly over time thoughts of a distant artist work sublime one piece of art amongst many loss, a crime
By C.Z.2 years ago in Poets
Winter is Here
The pain and sorrow glide like a stream. Kiss me, and I will carry all your pain and sorrows. I can see the dark texture and dry face. It’s December, and winter is here.
By Shahzad Baluch2 years ago in Poets
The Transformative Power of Rain
Beneath the Sky’s Serenade The first drop lingered, trembling on the edge, As if torn between the sky and the earth, Before leaping to the waiting ground below.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Collisions of Clarity
And so it went We agreed to be freed and that grew a seed To water the mind of those looking to find A deeper meaning of life
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Co-Federation of African football (CAF) Awards
Super Eagles attacker Ademola Lookman has won the prestigious 2024 African Footballer of the Year Award Lookman beat Achraf Hakimi and others to the coveted award after a brilliant year for Atalanta and Nigeria
By Olaoluwa2 years ago in Poets
Illuminating Solitude
In the dusk’s embrace, a lone star lights endless skies— whispers of the soul.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The Scars on Our Hearts
We are strong We are brave We have been through it all The thick and the thin The ups and downs We have faced life straight on
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
The Journey of Life
Life is a journey, a winding road, Sometimes it’s light, sometimes a load. With hills to climb and rivers to cross, Moments of joy and moments of loss.
By Red Light signal2 years ago in Poets
Echoes
Breathe in, as the air hums low, a song that drifts and circles back, gentle, steady, unseen but felt. Pause, let the quiet tones unfold,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
My Mini Market
When I was a kid, I made this mini market stand. Honestly, I was a tad obsessed with miniature things, maybe I still am a little bit.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Sleight of Hand
I've been, I've been I've been thinking way too much I've been, I've been I've been pond'ring so damn much — the status we award hope
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Moment in Time
There is but a moment in time when we are who we are - a moment to live and to die. * There is but a moment in time when we can do the dance of life, like colorful butterflies filling summer skies. when we can rejoice - in the awakening that is spring.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets