art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Clockwork
Sat still, hands moving; Time passes, never ceasing- Subtle, yet steady. *** Hope you guys love this short Haiku! It's written for Matthew Fromm's challenge!
Top tips for diffusing workplace tension
When you think about it, life at work is quite strange. Many of us spend a large portion of our lives in the presence of people who, if it weren't for the fact that we were hired by the same company, we might never hang out with. Sometimes things go swimmingly, but many times not. Given that we all have different personalities, motivations, and aspirations, it's not surprising that we don't all see eye to eye all the time.
Forgotten family house
The family had a long-forgotten house deep in the countryside that once belonged to our now deceased cousin. It was located deep in the woods, at least an hour's drive from the main road. When my parents decided to visit and see what shape it was in, they packed up the car with me, my little brother, and another cousin and made the long drive out.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in PoetsCelestial Embrace
Eclipsing the sky, a dance of shadow and light, Celestial bodies entwined, a mesmerizing sight. Luminescent rings, a cosmic embrace,
Moses KurtisPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWar
In the heart of the conflict-ridden terrain, she stands, A mother mourning her fallen loved ones, Her soul battered, engulfed by grief,
Spring's sweet rains
What comes to mind A rustling sound, one after another The shrubs are not quite used to it. In the ditch, the dead leaves flowed away sharply
Consequences
Once a lie is always a lie that is created by the truth of the mind. Holding in one thought will always lead to a lie, open with a thought in mind.
The time my sis and I saw aliens
When I was about 8-10 years old (I don't remember exactly), my sister and I were at a family party hosted by my uncle's parents. Being Mexican, our parties typically involved lots of relatives, their kids, and random friends, so there were probably 20-25 people there. The party was in my uncle's parents' driveway and front yard, with tables of food in the driveway and kids playing in the front yard where there was a bouncy house.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in PoetsEclipse
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in Poetssmile in the dark
a smile in the dark sending a chill through through my soul stars burning black as night a sliver of serenity comes as silver light
Unveiling Lahore: A Poem Capturing the City's Essence
In alleys old, where whispers weave, A thousand tales Lahore does leave. Mughal grandeur, etched in stone, Mosques that pierce the heavens' throne.
ARJ GamingytPublished 4 days ago in Poetsmine
i will not wait for eternal dawn but dawn might linger, for me. (there was never anyone else, anyway). i have made home