Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Precipitation— Humble clouds spread tears of joy Their love, absolute Rain streaks down windows... Dosed trees rejoicing beyond...
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Under starlit skies, our spirits soar, Hearts racing wild, craving much more, Laughter rings in moonlit air, Passion’s dance without care,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Birdsong greets the dawn, Melodies that stir the heart, Nature’s gentle hymn. Sunrise paints the sky in gold, Joy in every note and fold.
In the quiet glen where shadows play, A tune of life begins the day. Morning light on dew-kissed leaves, A dance of joy, a song that breathes.
Nobility and necessity in this, our calling struggling for the words to say, the way to say what you want to say /scratch that/what you need to say?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Imagine. Vision. Give it visibility. Yeah! Let that ink flow.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
Sunset hues kiss waves on golden shore, Laughter echoes, hearts wanting more, Hand in hand, we chase the light, Love’s embrace, pure delight,
Midnight whispers soft, Stars cast spells on darkened skies, Mysteries unfold. Nature’s magic in the night, Hearts enchanted, dreams take flight.
In the meadow’s heart where the wildflowers sway, A tune of earth and sky in bright display. Sunrise paints the morning with golden hue,
it was never calm only in the storm, when i stood in your eye and the white waves of your silver mouth frothed at the edges.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
In a crowded room, our eyes align, Unspoken questions, hearts entwine, A name lingers on my lips, Curiosity dips, Connection sparks bright,
Whirling world spins fast, Colors blend in nature’s art, Petals sway in tune. Life’s cycles never cease, Hope blooms with each new dawn’s light.
