Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
**The Last Ray of Sunlight** The last ray of sunlight softly falls, Upon the earth as twilight calls. A golden kiss, a fleeting glow,
By Danny Prem kumar2 years ago in Poets
**A Journey Through Dreams** In slumber’s grasp, the veil is thin, Where dream’s wild journey can begin. Through misty lands of gold and light,
**Whispers of the Forest** The forest speaks in quiet tones, Through rustling leaves and ancient stones. A symphony of wind and trees,
In silence, wisdom whispers her truth, Through seasons of love and lessons, Her voice, a calming guide within, Carved in moments, soft but sure,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
On the quiet lake, Lilies drift on silver waves, Sunset paints the sky, Breezes carry whispered dreams, Floating, lost in endless peace.
In moments when the world felt far away, You entered softly, like the morning light. With every step, you eased the break of day,
Happiness has its own substance, essence captive in small glasses, ordained by calendars, aroused in time loops; Conjunctively we form potion of uniVerse
By Stefanie Stancu2 years ago in Poets
Once with shine and splendor galore Once with fame and furlong the core Twice more with beauty and power, it is Three more it goes to devour it's kids
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
I like try to be nice on here, like and commenting. Following, but in return I get nothing back, that sad suppose everyone is out tor them and there own work
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Roar outside the jungle May every step be your test as if you own the street Put your flag at half mast for all the suffering
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
Wherever you will go, and however long you will stay, Whatever you endeavor to pursue, escape, do, see, or say, Whether dreams are to be seen through, or torn cruelly asunder,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of dusk, shadows blend Memories linger where heartbeats bend. Whispers of laughter now drift away In the hollow of night, they softly fray
By jameel Nawaz2 years ago in Poets
