art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Darlings' Writer
The Darlings' Artist doesn't only compose; they mesh wizardry into words. Their sonnets become mirrors, mirroring the delight and throb of affection. Each line overflows with feeling, arranging pictures of taken looks, murmured guarantees, and the hurting quiet of detachment. They deify romantic tales, from the blush of new sentiment to the relentless friendship of a deep rooted association.
By Md. Didarul Alam2 years ago in Poets
Frost's Grasp
Dear, whomever this letter reaches, In the desperation, last ditched notion of legacy, I wrote it. I want to remember, to hold onto the feeling of the quiet cold of the world awakening and the bite across my bare pale flesh as the sun shines, though its power is bereft and left us. I sit and ponder existence, purchase and agency as my skin becomes taut and blemished by the pierce of the frozen, meeting the warmth that still pumps through my body. The frost has taken its grip at Jack Frost’s behest. When you channel power toward a cause—one you have no reason to belong to—do you truly have agency? Especially when Jack’s bitter hand rests on your shoulder, promising a better future than the past you’ve endured.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
