Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Whispers of the brook, In moonlit night’s soft embrace, Mystic sounds cascade. Echoes of dreams intertwine, Nature’s symphony at play.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In twilight’s tender, gentle light, Our hearts entwine in silent flight. Beneath the stars, a love so true, An endless bond, just me and you.
In the quiet of the night, When all the world has dimmed its light, There lies a voice, soft and true, Whispering what we all must do.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
We start in innocence, pure and bright, Eyes wide open to the light. But as we walk, the road does turn, With every lesson, every burn.
A moment here, a moment gone, In the blink, in the yawn. We grasp at time, we clutch, we hold, Yet it slips like grains of gold.
In the rhythm of the earth, We find our joy, our pain, our mirth. From birth to death, the cycle spins, Each ending marks where life begins.
Do you seek in me a respite, from those demons in your mind? Do you witness mine own darkness And pray to blend those shades in kind?
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
The Wildhood of it all. Crescent moon strung low Draped between two clavicles Hollowed above muscle Beating heart and mighty thymus beneath.
By Auntie Licious2 years ago in Poets
Poem 1: Twilight's Embrace Daylight fades, a gentle hush, As twilight's magic, starts to blush. Workweek's burdens, slowly seep,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
When the night is dark and the road is long, When every step feels painfully wrong, Remember, dear heart, this truth to keep:
By Gokul Nath2 years ago in Poets
From the ashes of doubt, she emerges anew, With a voice that is powerful, strong, and true. No longer confined to the shadows of fear,
In the early hours, before the dawn, They rise with weary eyes, yet carry on. Through silent halls where shadows creep, They heal the broken, the promises they keep.
