Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Silver shadow, masked and still, Hatake Kakashi, a force of will. A warrior cloaked in mystery's guise, With a gaze that pierces, a mind so wise.
By Corzati2 years ago in Poets
Silent shadow, a storm contained, Uchiha Itachi-in name inflamed. With eyes that weep eternal red, You bore the weight of what none have said.
I saw those letters Scattered in oblivion On that wall Passing through the coldness of death Penetrating the folds of sorrow inside me
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
In the wings of dawn a bird flew between the branches And said: I wonder if you, our dreams, have a way to wait I have nothing left but the songs I wrote and the poems that ended?
Slow steps trace the earth, ancient shell beneath sun’s warmth, a mindful journey, each step pressing roots below, patience woven through the years.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
A rush of warmth, like dawn’s first light, your touch ignites the quiet soul, sparks dance, a blaze of wonder, hearts racing through the haze,
Live in the moment Camera captures action Like surfers catch waves Just take in your surroundings Use your five senses; stay grounded
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
A voice repeated by the bird In a tune that lost its strings Under the sound of rain I forgot that I am a stone And the fragments of injustice grew inside me
If the sky darkens and steals my serenity? And the moon departs And leaves me in my remains In my crying, in my misery I held mourning ceremonies for myself
Patinas of amber pour in purlins Through clear panes. Particles glimmer and dance, Glittering golden pixie dust, Turning soot into something alluring,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Don't be silent and speak Let the pain endure from you They told me: Learn how to organize I said: How do I organize my feelings when I take revenge
The night is my killer and the stars around me are absent And depression has taken over my heart with all its feelings And the clouds appeared in their places as if they were prostrating to their Creator
