Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
h to cease to exist, to hide my essence and to dive deep, Under the peonies of the stillness of darkness under the waters of sleep.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
We are all bound by that ring of numbers All constrained to 24 hours Will we use it all or let it waste away / None can out run it or escape it’s grasp
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
Whisper my name like dawn calls to light, soft as the breeze that touches the sea, every note, a world between us, echoes pulling hearts closer,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Morning mist ascends, Soft notes rise through waking trees, Sky blushes with light, Feathers weave a gentle hymn, Hope unfurls with each new day.
Morning’s hush cradles the dew-kissed field, Where light plays shyly on the restless green. Among the flowers, hidden truths revealed,
The more I take away, the greater the impression Why does this piece feel, so out of heaven Scratching at the material, working it to the bone
By CR. Phoenix 2 years ago in Poets
Verse 1: Time takes on life until death, Time tells me I am still alive, I will fly away my own way, Forgetting about the lie.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
It is not an easy thing, resetting the mind. * Running on autopilot for so long, memories morph into beliefs, into patterns, into habits,
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Love’s depth, like oceans, endless and true, flows through the heart, whispers through time, beneath starlit skies, it breathes,
Shards of sky and earth, Gathered in a perfect frame, Colors blend and shift, In the chaos, beauty forms, Life’s mosaic, bright and whole.
Beneath the sky, where shadows softly play, I wander paths the morning dew has kissed. Each step, a quiet plea to end the fray,
With each breath We take one step closer To it all being over Not over over But the end of our world as we know it A new and uncharted era
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
