art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
mirrors talk
Mirrors, we are objects of reflection, A source of truth, with no discretion. We show the world, a faithful view, Of all that is, and all that's true.
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in Poetsbicycles
Bicycles, oh wondrous wheels, Dance with freedom, a ride that feels. With handlebars, and gears that shift, We cruise the streets, a lifelong gift.
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in PoetsSea culture...
Exploring the Rich Cultural Heritage of Coastal Communities and Their Connection to the Sea" The sea has consistently been a antecedent of allure and afflatus for people, abnormally those who alive abreast it. Throughout history, there accept been endless cultures that accept formed about the sea and accept developed their own different customs, traditions, and means of life.
GEMSTONES
A rare gem in the dark, glows with such light A beauty beyond compare, a breathtaking sight Its luster shines bright, its color so rare A treasure to cherish, beyond all compare
vijay KumarPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Birth of a Gem
The coal diamond burns slowly. Fueled by a vision of perfection; an idea of becoming. Unseen, yet working beneath the surface. After years of reflection, placed under inconceivable pressure, the soot is shook loose and a perfect gem appears. Clear, refined, & sure of itself.
Sean CarterPublished about a year ago in Poets10 Shocking One Piece Secrets You Never Knew Existed!
Oh One Piece, a pirate's life for me, Sailing the seas, so wild and free, With a crew so bold, and a captain so bright,
Ashu BishtPublished about a year ago in PoetsLiving in Memories
Life is a journey, that we all must take A path of ups and downs, that shapes our fate And as we walk this road, we gather memories
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in Poetsmusic on hearts
Music is like the rhythm, of the beating heart A melody that flows, right from the start It touches the soul, and moves the mind
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in Poetsdogs in heaven
Up in heaven, where the skies are blue There's a place, where dogs run free and true In the fields of gold, where the sun always shines
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in Poetssilence in the soul
In the stillness of the soul, there's a silence so profound A place where peace reigns and worries are unbound A refuge from the chaos, a sanctuary so rare
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in Poetspillow on tears
A pillow of tears is where I lay my head In the quiet of the night, as I try to forget The pain of the day, and the struggles I've faced
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in Poetsmood swings
Like a pendulum, swaying back and forth My emotions, go to and from One moment, I'm high, with joy and glee The next, I'm low, with doubt and misery
saravanakumarPublished about a year ago in Poets