Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Oh dreams, take a pillow for the heart's wound For the pains have gone away from me quickly, approaching So, oh waves of the sea, be calm and do not be angry
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Because I stole something precious He was like me and like a high star My role model in life doesn't matter to me He is the embodiment of the qualities of perfection
Oh seller of hopes, wait For honor has come and approached me And if the heart is squeezed with longing So I beg you to understand the meanings?
Something feels off. I can't figure it out. Where will this uncertain path lead? Do you know, or do I? Yet, we move forward,
By Malleswari2 years ago in Poets
Is there rest for the ongoing war within my mind? Can the surge of waves in my heart find respite? Will frozen dreams melt away under my control?
The morning sky is adorned in gray and with it, I'm forced to watch my plans fade away. Raindrops pound on my window pane,
By Ink Essence2 years ago in Poets
It is the dream I imagined It has become alive in my imagination And that reality I saw It was nothing but shadows It caused me an ulcer when I opened it
Here is the white ruler She finally decided to spread her arms And she quickly descended from her throne And welcomed the crowd with great feelings
It was said about the brave people who speak beautifully Until they became the ones who made us noble? If they talk a lot, it becomes obligatory for us
Leave the sadness of the past days And welcome your present and set out To a world of a more beautiful future that appears
And you are the one who lit a fire in my heart And made me drown at the bottom of the sea? And stole light and brilliance from the moon
All I have left are remnants Remnant memories Growing in the corners And no one knows what the secrets are Or where the sins lead?
