Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Gather your wounds, O human being For the heart has been torn apart for a long time When it saw its land humiliated And the enemy demolishing that building
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
In absence of clouds, rain melodies descend upon me. Could it be because of you? Even sans wind, I find myself soaring high.
By Malleswari2 years ago in Poets
I craft all of his words into songs, Convert all of his footsteps into music. I transform all his naughtiness into poems,
If the sky turns into love, We're birds soaring within. If love transforms into a book, We're the pages amidst it. I can't hide my boundless love for you; in my eyes, skies.
you tell me i am alive see monkey me see monkey you i listen, i be, i speak different things ask me why i will not live right
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I wrote this while sitting on the toilet boxers and shorts at my ankles Okay so that part was written before sitting on the toilet
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
And you say to me: Do not bow to pain And you are the one who broke my back with regret? And you are the one who fed me from affliction and disease
The wave must give up the dream a little If the sea rages, will it force it to move? And if the foam floats on the surface
When the earth overflows with water And life pulsates with life in red flowers The sun begins to release its threads to shine with purity
After reaching the shore, I love the sea. After the storm hits, I understand the world. Yesterday's joys come together; today, at this moment, they find meaning.
My soul roams as you wish in my dreams and be wild Like the sun that appeared on the horizon, have my hopes been renewed? A glimmer of hope settled upon me and became immortal
I said: No, what tempts me after exile? And in poetry mocks me and changes meanings? I have repented for my mistakes, so who after humiliation will mourn me
