art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
My Folly Servant
You are a curious thing? Not from my creation, but I can feel the calling from your veins. As if your veins are looking to coil onto a telephone pole, or onto a Victorian home porch. Your veins have an innate need to smother their host. Perhaps, you are oblivious to the rose bushes and the dangers of the awakened?
House SeptemberPublished about a year ago in PoetsI'm Selfish
Verse 1: A selfish me, with naught but thoughts so grand, Doth bask in wealth and luxury on demand. With nary a care for those in need,
Journal
Past memories gleam. In a time capsule of heart, time forever stays.
Noah RodriguezPublished about a year ago in Poetsan enemy | a friend
silent, ruthless thief, slow, sacred healer; but still.. the clock ticks forward.
brittany schmidtPublished about a year ago in PoetsSunshine
Final product: Sunshine Ingredients: Moonlight (sometimes called “hope” or “your best” in some stores) 1. Feel into the darkness surrounding you, allowing yourself to soak entirely into nihilistic melancholy. Be sure to do so until all anger and anguish dissolves.
Noah RodriguezPublished about a year ago in PoetsTime According to Humans
Comprehend madness Of rapid eternity Understand being
Danielle KelleyPublished about a year ago in Poets"The Haunting of Willow Manor"
Willow Manor was a grand estate located on the outskirts of a small town, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. The manor was known for its beauty and elegance, with sprawling gardens and intricate architectural details. However, it was also known for the strange occurrences that took place within its walls.
Crazy Birds
We're two crazy birds Locked in this cage forever – Time flies far away ≈≈≈
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished about a year ago in PoetsTHE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS
It’s a miracle That we are alive today Spread love and not hate
Edwin White JrPublished about a year ago in PoetsHeartstrings(Tangled Emotions, Unforgettable Melodies)
Heartstrings, delicate and fine, A web of emotions that intertwine, They guide us through love and through pain, And bind us together through sunshine and rain.
ahmed zakiPublished about a year ago in Poetsbirds are speak
The birds, sing a song so sweet, A symphony that can't be beaten. A melody that fills the air, And lifts our hearts without care.
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Passage of Time
Time flows like a stream, Moments, memories, and dreams, Endless, yet finite.
Viorel SecareanuPublished about a year ago in Poets