art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Dialogue with life
She flirted with me She came With her beauty she enchanted me With her charm she stole me I think How do I escape from dangers
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
the beauty of the holidays. Runner-Up in Holiday Reflections in Verse Challenge. Top Story - November 2024.
the beauty of the holidays is growing up to realize the magic i felt as a child was created by the adults in my life it was my parents bundling us in the car,
By Portgas D. Sara (they/them)2 years ago in Poets
On Growth
In the lone, wide stretch of Texas plains, Where coyotes cry and sorrow reigns, A young child wandered, small and frail, With eyes wide open, soft and pale.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker2 years ago in Poets
Roots of Love
In gentle arms, a child once lay, Parents watch, as night turns day. Guiding hands, so warm and strong, Their whispered dreams, a lifelong song.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
Beyond the Horizon. AI-Generated.
Beneath a sky where dreams take flight, A lone soul reaches toward the light. Stars and balloons drift, weightless, free,
By Naresh Kumar2 years ago in Poets
Young Architects
Learn to ask a bit In elementary school. Have to be an "Asker," Have to be professional, Don't fool. It may take years,
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
NeuroArt
This evocative artcreate a vivid world of thought, In the realm of creation, where emotions are sought. They say this kind of art unlocks the deep,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I am a human being
I am the human being I am the human being, I am the creation created by the Most Gracious I am yesterday, I am tomorrow, I am history for all ages
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
I love you mom
No matter how much I want to express my love for my mother, I cannot; because the love inside me for my mother is greater than the word I love you and more, and no matter how much I give my mother of precious things, they do not compare to the fatigue, hardship and suffering that my mother lives for me, and how much she has tried to provide what I need.
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
My wishes to the sky
How to call to heavenAnd when there is a request for hope There were demands With every human being on an equal footing There is a seeker of mercy
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
The road
I was on a well-known road And night and silence and terror shakes the entity and madness And you don't hear or speak or feel
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Esoteric
My Word - Esoteric. Definition from English Cambridge Dictionary - very unusual and understood or liked by only a small number of people, especially those with special knowledge.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets