Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Brunhelda loved to write her poems, almost every day. Yet the book where they were posted required mixed ingredients. Brunhelda put "selfish" and "greedy" in this brew for display.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
Lavender cascades, whispered dreams in twilight air, roots embrace the earth.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In winter’s hush, where stillness reigns, A world unfolds in icy chains. Each flake descends, a whispered song, A fleeting moment where we belong.
By GoldenSpeech2 years ago in Poets
In winter’s veil, where silence blooms, The earth lies hushed in frost’s perfumes. Snowflakes, artisans from realms above,
This title and subtitle reflect the themes of struggle and the glimmer of hope that appears even in the darkest times. If you would like to make any changes or explore different options, feel free to let me know!
By llaurren's reads2 years ago in Poets
You showed em lot that you’re a clown Under paying made you frown Thought you was a fricking smart ass Bet your feelings went all down
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
I didn't want my personality to be a maid on steroids. --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae2 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of winter’s tender sigh, A tapestry of tranquility unfurls under the sky. Snowflakes spiral like secrets in the night,
In the stillness of winter’s first gentle breath, The world is cloaked in a shroud of soft death. Snowflakes drift like whispered secrets from the skies,
In the hushed embrace of winter's first sigh, The world dons its mantle beneath a frozen sky. Snowflakes waltz like whispered prayers on the breeze,
In the quiet of dawn, where stillness reigns, Beneath a blanket of snow, in gentle chains. The trees rise majestically, draped in white,
The sun is just breaking, Rosily blushing over the mountains. The modern rooster calls From its black mirrored pond Hustle bustle
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
