art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
MEE 102 PLUS AND PDFS
Gears and wrenches, tools of the trade In the workshop, experts are made Where engines roar, and metal shines Dreams are built, and legends align Mechanics' hands, skilled and true Diagnose, repair, and renew From rusty shells to sleek designs Transformations, one wrench at a time Lathes spin, drills pierce the air Grinders hum, with precision fair Welding sparks, like fireflies dance Craftsmanship, in every chance Engines purr, like contented beasts Tuned and tweaked, to perform feats Racing stripes, or family cars Reliability, near or far In the workshop, art meets skill Innovations, born from thrill Problem-solvers, thinkers, and makers Shaping steel, with passionate makers From classic restorations to modern tweaks The workshop's heartbeat, never seeks To merely fix, but to perfect Automotive dreams, forever protected.
By Ryan Bennett 2 years ago in Poets
Store creation guide
In cyberspace, a dream takes flight A Shopify store, born from night With products lined, and design so fine Entrepreneurs' passions intertwine Click by click, the vision grows Templates chosen, colors glow Themes and fonts, a perfect blend Brand identity begins to transcend Inventory managed with care Prices set, and shipping shared Payment gateways, secure and tight Transactions smooth, day and night Apps integrated, features abound Marketing tools, to reach around SEO optimized, for search engines' sight Sales and growth, a delightful sight Launched and live, the store's ablaze Customers flock, in digital haze Shopping carts, filled with glee E-commerce magic, for all to see Shopify's platform, strong and true Empowers merchants, anew To sell, to thrive, to make their mark In the online marketplace, a sparkling spark With every sale, a dream unfolds Of entrepreneurship, young and bold Shopify stores, a testament to might E-commerce excellence, shining bright.
By Ryan Bennett 2 years ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets











