Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The sky, a canvas, painted gray, Weeps tears of rain, a mournful day. The world, a garden, drenched and drowned, As nature mourns, a mournful sound.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Standing as I gazed out across the fjord at Ekeberg, I beheld the sky turn red as that of the blood that runs through my veins
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Endless nights, searching the stars above, Yearning for the touch that sparks joy, Yet the heart whispers, “Not yet,” Waves of desire crash,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
A reed’s soft whisper, Rasping through the quiet field, Nature’s gentle voice, Surreal notes on wind’s breath flow, Guiding hearts with ancient song.
In the quiet hours when the moon stands still, I trace the echoes of a love that fills Each empty space where shadows softly blend,
Soundlessness Surrounds and fills a Shadowed depth we call the Universe Invisible Infinity's outstretched surrounding what was First Un-iridescent
By Aiden Hale2 years ago in Poets
Synchronized movement without making a sound Is a skill only a few possess. Limbs and torso acting out a narrative, Encaptures the essence of storytelling without words.
By Christina DeFeo2 years ago in Poets
Nope nothing is coming to me I don't want to talk about nothing The words ain’t flowing Where is the inspiration I don't want to write out of desperation
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Sounds slither away as darkness falls, Isolating frequencies make it free for all. Listening to nothing while hearing everything,
Fleshed flotsam cast asunder by an unforgiving sea, never known for having shown beleaguered sailors mercy. From the Devil’s Triangle
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Quiet down, everyone! I am about to take you on a poetic journey. "SILENCE" Softly, it creeps in, like a ninja in slippers, Invading conversations, like a cat in a hat, Lurking in awkward moments, not one for the givers, Enveloping us all—a tranquil diplomat.
By Creavio2 years ago in Poets
Softness sounds of stillness when serenity speaks a shadowed Symphony Inaudible introspective inhales to immerse infinity's within the Inner-Self
