Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
First light whispers secrets through the trees, Awake, the river sings of dreams reborn. Barefoot wanderer, earth’s tender embrace,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
You Are The One My Heart Yearns For You are the one my heart yearns for, A flame eternal, blazing deep and true, Where every beat whispers your name,
By Digital Barnali2 years ago in Poets
He asked, "Who was Shah Latif?" "The world's first feminist poet," I said. He asked, "How!?" I said, "Thus: He knew what a woman wanted.
By Ahsan Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
Ordered to dance in the rivers, We tied the whirligig to our feet with glee. They seek a wet scene, a sight to uncover, But in deserts, not a drop could be.
We were running To the exciting promise Of a sun quenching retreat All the boys and I, Naked under the African sun - Broad daylight, chasing fun,
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
Let life take steps that dance to your own will, As years unfold and time stands still. For long we've followed paths not ours,
dedicated to sovereignty’s grace to starving what no longer serves me to the relief of divine embrace to only failing to feel unworthy
By adaiah ★2 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of dawn, when the world holds its breath, I hear whispers of mercy, soft as the morning dew. Indeed, Allah is Merciful,
A beautiful face will age, its glow will dim, An attractive body will one day thin. But the heart, oh the heart, it remains ageless,
Static burns through (crematoria epidermal) all and everything (but) where the war (in the west, east) and the peace (... the void)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Certainly! Here’s a poem about how love can begin in the midst of conflict, showing how sometimes even the most intense moments can spark something deeper:
By Sathish kumar S2 years ago in Poets
Certainly! Here’s a poem capturing the essence of seeing someone for the first time and feeling an instant, profound connection:
