Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
And here I sit in the fields of whole grain and grass, Of leaf and clover, where insects and birds chirp to the Evening procession of ‘time’.
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
i carry your heart with me BY E.E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
By Oumaima Jamil2 years ago in Poets
A home to many Where adulting is beginning Family to everyone greeting Upper floor or lower floor A hallway with so many doors
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
This must be the cure your laying hips offer that lying lips can’t. You reawaken my dying desire, killed by hands that once felt like love.
By Lazywriter412 years ago in Poets
In her mother’s arms, a world so vast, A love that holds, both slow and fast. From tiny steps to grown-up ways, A daughter blooms in warm embrace.
By Amit Kohli 2 years ago in Poets
I liked it so I wanted to share it with you.. · It is really unfortunate to look for honesty. If someone loves you, you are a lucky person, and if he is honest in his love, you are the happiest person.
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
I am the one who blamed yesterday And discovered that he was deaf And spoke to the present And found him mute And waited for tomorrow
My old thoughts left me Images fled from me to the depths of my being I try to collect them in sentences but they pass I search for them in myself for myself
You have a talent in life Search for it relentlessly Continue on the path as a hobby Hone it with all your might It will bring you happiness
Words are strange When they come out like a breeze Sparkle like clear water See the light in majesty Reside in still ears
These are questions that confuse me So I bury my doubts in myself I am not what I am wanted to be So I go far in my boldness
In stillness I breathe, Golden rays dance on calm seas, Waves kiss the warm shore, In their rhythm, I find peace, Sunlight whispers joy to me.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
