Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I said I can't all my life, Now I say I can! I will tell you how I did it so, As long as you leave out the spam! Everyone said I was "Full of beans,"
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
I wish I knew you better... I wish I knew Your deepest thoughts And your wildest desires. I wish I could See the pictures
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
Once we danced in a world of light love, Now shadows linger where love shone, Words once sweet turn bitter, hate, Silence echoes over.
By Francis C Okoro2 years ago in Poets
breakdown - why is it always the end? shutdown - when the lights and care go out beatdown - lovelesselflesssoullesshopeless
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Dazzling dawn breaks through Gossamer mist parts, revealing Nature's hidden gems Dewdrops sparkle on petals Hope blooms in hearts awakened
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In dawn’s first light, secrets waltz through trees, River’s song reborn, a melody’s breeze. Barefoot wanderer, earth’s warm embrace,
An Impure chemistry of coexisting personal vendettas Like two polar opposites stitched onto one another to create an amblem of a disastrous unity.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you just have to walk away You will win It will leave them mad at end Do the best you can Even with the little you got
By Butterfly Nation 2 years ago in Poets
Even though life was horrible, Breathing was a battlefield And eating was a means to survive. In a place built to kill dreams,
In a world that's cracked and scarred We wander, seeking out the stars Flawed we are, yet still we stand Imperfect souls in a broken land.
By Lil'Rosie2 years ago in Poets
In quiet moments, away from the crowd A whisper of self-care, soft and proud A touch that speaks, no words can replace A journey within, a gentle embrace.
Starlit moments caught in the breeze are filled with the echoes of memories captured in the dark, where only the moon can see.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
