Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
What is it about water that calms me? I never learned how to swim But it feels good to see Sometimes I wish I could jump in on a whim
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Through misty memories, I hear their call, Voices of ancestors who braved it all. With hands rough and hearts ablaze, They carved our paths through endless haze.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
A clean face is what The kind I like. Faded... As though tumbled in the dryer, In the dryer by mistake. Out! Lifts me higher.
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Fabulous Astonishing Shaping Hopefulness Indescribable Optimistic Neatness Independent Styling Trendy Attraction _______________________________
We have a Creator "Glory be to Him" He created us with His light And to perfect us He perfected His wisdom encompassed everything
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
This world, if it comes to you with the words You have a share in it at all times And you have a share in it in every place
Fate has called you, my friend Asking about your condition Do you have a date to leave? Or has escape become your goal? When doubt obstructs your path
All my desires drive me to travel Far from the shores of thought Whenever I reject my desires Those who long for freedom
I am single looking for love I am a tourist looking for a way I am a soul singing outside the flock I am not what I wanted
Love comes suddenly like an arrow Like a heartbeat or a fluttering eyelid Calls like the call to prayer before its time And beats the drums of Eid without Eid
She was sitting on the threshold of fate Contemplating what life had given her Remembering the past and what she had attained
