Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A lone leaf descends, Swirling soft in autumn’s breath, Silent as a dream, Touching earth with gentle grace, A reminder: all things pass.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
I chased the dawn through fields of silver dew, As shadows stretched like memories grown thin. The sky, a canvas of the deepest blue,
*Chasing Shadows at Dusk* At dusk, when skies are burning low, I chase the shadows as they grow, They stretch and bend beneath the trees,
By Danny Prem kumar2 years ago in Poets
Streets of Bangladesh: A Tapestry of Life In Bangladesh, where the streets hum low, A vibrant dance of life begins to flow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Love is Sweet as a Bird In the dawn's embrace, where whispers bloom, Love flits gently, dispelling the gloom. Its melody dances on the soft morning air,
Verse 1: Thoughts crowd my brain, if it’s all the same To you, insane, as we walk this fine line Of time and space, of Mother Mary full of grace
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
I am in love with the idea of the ''super'' self; the self that surpasses all expectations, the self that crushes the mundane,
By YonathanJ - Writer2 years ago in Poets
To me the more you believe the more disappointments that follow The more you trust, the more they make you desire to achieve
By Chisom2 years ago in Poets
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
im a ghost made of dust the dead skin that falls off forget about—me now before we fall apart i still am bound to everything that ive lost
By PacificHailie2 years ago in Poets
**Echoes of Forgotten Laughter** In quiet halls, where shadows play, The echoes of old laughter stay. A gentle sound, now faint and thin,
*The Silence of Winter Nights* The silence of winter nights descends, A quiet that the cold air sends, Soft snowflakes kiss the frozen ground,
