Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The sun dips slow behind the hill’s embrace, Painting the sky with threads of amber flame. Shadows stretch long, each tracing its own space,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Soft laughter echoes in twilight’s hue, holding hands as stars paint skies above. Every touch sparks a bright glow, turning moments to gold.
Veils of mist unwind, River’s breath greets waking light, Cypress roots embrace, Ripples paint a sky of gold, Nature’s hymn, a soft rebirth.
In the quiet dusk where shadows sway, The winds of memory softly play. Whispers of time in fleeting flight, Chasing the remnants of fading light.
By Iram zahid 2 years ago in Poets
I chased the stars, I chased the sun, Perfection’s race had just begun. But every step felt like a fall, A heavy weight, no peace at all.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Poets
Mastery of brush Magnificence of color Marvelous talent
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
On the best of days, love flows like a quiet stream, not a ripple upon the water. Gently lapping against the banks, with gentle, soft feelings of love.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
Falling star whispers Through the quiet velvet night Dreams stitched into sky.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Poets
What is it that make me rush Escape to the other side Towards God TV or drugs Run away from this aware flesh A rush of chemicals
By The Madman2 years ago in Poets
Fingers trace constellations in your gaze, starlight spills across our whispered dreams. Time bends gently between breaths,
Golden dawn awakens, Dew pearls on velvet petals, Kissed by morning’s light, Whispers of warmth touch my skin, Hope blooms in the day’s first breath.
Beneath the sky where amber meets the blue, I walk the edge where earth and sky collide. Clouds stretch like sails upon an ocean’s hue,
